The disciple from the Demon Mystery Sect, repeatedly attacked by numerous tendrils, finally could not suppress the annoyance in his heart. After a loud shout, his body was instantly shrouded in rolling black auras as he blurred his hands and transformed them into a mass of intertwining palm shadows, annihilating all the nearby blood-colored tendrils with a single slap.
The eagle-faced man sat cross-legged at a low altitude, his eyes sparkling with sharpness. In front of him, a hexagonal silver mirror rotated endlessly, occasionally emitting beams of silver light.
Wherever the silver beams swept, the blood-colored tendrils collapsed upon contact and could not harm the eagle-faced man at all.
Near the eagle-faced man, Xue Pan held a white blade, his figure flickering constantly, leaving a trail of white afterimages as he stirred up a series of blade shadows, ruthlessly chopping towards the gathering tendrils.
