Ye Qianning's dagger slashed from the man's feet to his knees, then to his waist. The blade was sharp and her movements were swift. In the blink of an eye, the legs of the black-clad man fighting before her were a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. Ye Qianning seized the opportunity. The moment he knelt, she unleashed a volley of silver needles.
Startled, the black-clad man behind him raised his longsword to parry the attack.
Ye Qianning abandoned the needles, spun around, and ran toward Sang Zhi.
Chu Yue sensed a chilling aura and turned to meet a pair of bloodthirsty eyes. In an instant, a wave of killing intent enveloped her.
The scent of death made her gasp, as if she had one foot in the grave.
However, that flicker of instinctual fear would cost her dearly.
"AARGH..."
A heart-rending scream echoed through the cave.
Ye Qianning's dagger plunged into her left eye, and blood spurted forth.
