The Blood Bat retreated madly, bloodstains blooming in the air like speckled flowers. Looking at the figure emerging from the shadows, it growled lowly, "How is this possible!? Weren't you lured away?"
But the figure did not reply, the short sword in his hand cut through the air, striking towards the Blood Bat.
In the flickering moment, the Blood Bat could only retreat continuously, and simultaneously, the remaining left hand was gushing foul-smelling blood.
Blocking the blade of this shadow.
"That is not your Summoned Beast!"
After exchanging many moves, the Blood Bat saw clearly that what was attacking him was merely an illusion, yet that illusion was incredibly strong.
Shen Fei nodded, "I didn't expect you demons to have some insight. I didn't seek trouble with you pests.
Yet now you've come to trouble me?"
This illusion was indeed the Stabbing Immortal's shadow, created before the Stabbing Immortal had departed.
