In the hot spring pool, steam swirled around.
The Bronze Sword in Lin Baici's hand was extremely sharp, slicing down swiftly, either severing a hand or a head.
Bang!
A witch, missing half her head, fell to the ground, her eyes unclosed, and Lin Baici kicked her voluptuous backside.
Bang!
The corpse slid across the wet floor and fell into the pool where the blood spread like ink diluted in water.
Lin Baici scanned the surroundings, noticing that the witches weren't ganging up on him, so he stopped chasing them.
"Eri, lead the way!"
Lin Baici urged, flicking his wrist.
Swish!
The blood on the Bronze Sword flicked off, leaving a streak of blood on the ground.
"This way!"
San Miyairi led the way, running toward the back mountain, puzzled.
The purification was too easy.
