Han Li's expression darkened. He flicked his fingers toward the three who had just set off, and three streaks of Sword Qi slashed down. The three had barely flown out a few yards when they were engulfed and submerged by the bluish-green sword light that caught up to them first.
Three screams suddenly erupted from within the sword light, and several bursts of blood rain fell out of thin air, filling the air with the stench of blood.
On the other side, the hunchbacked old man looked back in the midst of the blood mist and saw this scene. He was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body. Without regard for the consequences, he poured all his Spiritual Power into the blood mist around him. His flying speed instantly increased by a third, and he was about to escape into a street dozens of yards away.
