Prince Xue and Luo Wushuang exchanged a glance, simultaneously soaring to attack.
In midair, Luo Wushuang's two fingers pointed forward, their sharpness akin to a thrown dagger or spear.
Fingers fell like rain, scattering everywhere!
In an instant, the area within a radius of over ten feet around Chu Qing was completely enveloped by this finger wind.
Chu Qing tilted his single saber, the enormous blade light instantly traversing the void.
The finger shadows filling the sky were swept away.
Yet at this moment, a blood shadow suddenly approached.
Having experience from before, Prince Xue dared not engage in palm force against Chu Qing again; her five fingers curved like hooks, the fingertips gleaming with a blood-colored intent, her claw tactics sinister, akin to a Nine Netherworld Fierce Ghost.
Every move was perilous, treacherous to the extreme!
