"Kill him!"
A group wrapped in darkness charged towards Xiao Yi, intent on killing him.
These figures were completely covered in black garb, their features indiscernible, only their eyes shining with a blood-red light, like rubies, ghastly and ghostlike.
Their red eyes flickered with ferocity and a chilling intent to kill.
Xiao Yi pulled the young girl behind him and said in a deep voice, "Stay here, and don't go out!"
Whoosh!
His figure suddenly leapt up.
The sword followed his intent.
In his mind, the trajectory of every hidden claw within the darkness was crystal clear, and with the subtlest of movements, he managed to dodge those sharp claws.
"The waterfall descends three thousand feet like a flying stream!"
From Xiao Yi's palm, a fourth-grade longsword unsheathed and moved with the wind.
This stroke was silent and unperceived.
Pff!
