Although Bai Zhimei and Hong Zhi had been severely injured again by the Evil Wing Prince, they had already transferred most of their True Qi to Ye Fan.
"It's all up to you now!" Bai Zhimei's vision blurred. She struggled to gaze at Ye Fan's lean silhouette, her consciousness on the verge of slipping away. Leng Dao was bitterly resentful, but unfortunately, he lacked the strength to even rise to his feet.
Meanwhile, fortified with a substantial infusion of True Qi, Ye Fan thrived like a fish in water. The Evil Wing Prince launched another Blood Clan Kowtow, but Ye Fan stood his ground, for he no longer feared its power. He could now fully resist it.
Ye Fan slowly withstood the immense pressure from the Blood Wings. Brandishing the Yuanhong Sword, he roared, "Slaughter Sword!"
