This Sword Qi came rushing in suddenly, silent yet exceedingly sharp, carrying a deadly momentum, aiming directly at Su Muyao's position.
As the Sword Qi passed, even the air was sliced apart, causing a faint sound of the void being ruptured.
The terrifying thing about this Sword Qi is that ordinary Beastmen would find it difficult to detect.
Su Muyao only felt a moment of discomfort. Before she could react, an unwavering power shielded her waist.
"Be careful."
In an instant, Yue Wuhen had already protected her behind him.
Yue Wuhen stood in front of Su Muyao, his noble figure like snow. The gentle warmth in his exquisite brows had vanished, leaving only a piercing cold gleam.
At the same time, the long, slender fingers of Yue Wuhen moved, his sleeve flicked, and a surge of witch power poured out from his sleeve, forming an invisible barrier with the Witch Clan's unique aged and heavy aura, forcefully colliding with the sudden Sword Qi.
