With a flash of his figure, Jiang Wanqing, sword in hand, flew to Ling Feng's side and swung her blade horizontally, forcing the demon back several yards. She asked urgently, "Ling Feng, how are you doing?"
"I'm alright." Ling Feng's breathing was somewhat ragged. He had not expected that the periphery of Luofeng Canyon would harbor such terrifying demons.
In terms of strength alone, he definitely surpassed any martial artist in the Qi Condensation Realm, and he feared that even with Jiang Wanqing's assistance, it would not make a decisive difference.
However, Jiang Wanqing's intervention did afford Ling Feng a chance to catch his breath.
He calmed down and quickly took out several Golden Needles to seal his own acupoints, as excessive blood loss had already made his head spin.
Clang, clang, clang!
