Shi Feng, falling down, felt the oppressive presence of dense, dark pig-killing knives surrounding him once again, a foreboding sense of extreme danger rising in his heart.
The Bloodthirsty Sword danced wildly, casting continuous white sword shadows. Just then, a girl's pained, delicate cry rang out from a distance, "You can't hurt Shi Feng! You can't!" Amidst the girl's cries, the dense pig-killing knives surrounding Shi Feng suddenly turned into wisps of black smoke, and with a sweep of Shi Feng's long sword, all the smoke dispersed.
Not far from Shi Feng, on the surface of the sea, the figure of a young girl appeared. Li Ru was kneeling on the Blood Sea, her body violently twitching, holding her head with both hands, her face showing extreme pain as if undergoing intense torment, her voice trembling as she looked up to the sky and shouted, "I can't let you hurt Shi Feng again, absolutely not! Shi Feng is the love of my life!"
