Baili Yu's body, cold as ice, trembled slightly, and a streak of hostility unfurled between his extremely indifferent brows, as if shrouded by dark clouds, with sharp edges revealed!
There was a flickering light in his eyes: "You, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
The Dao Sword at his waist unsheathed an inch with chilling intensity, and the ground beneath Baili Yu's feet cracked inch by inch.
Amidst the howling wind, a thin red line of blood was cut beneath the corner of Yun Rong's eye, with fresh blood dripping like beads.
Ling Zhaoxue's expression changed drastically in shock, involuntarily shouting: "Sect Master!"
"Crash..."
At this moment, sounds of falling debris echoed from the ruins of the collapsed tall building.
This tense atmosphere was thus broken. Baili Yu slowly pushed the unsheathed sword back into its scabbard and turned his head to look sideways.
He saw a pair of thin, bony hands covered in grime struggling to climb out of a deep, bottomless hole.
