Having no other choice, Lu Zhenhuan could only retreat, rapidly retreating at top speed. Zirong, having gained the upper hand, naturally wouldn't let him off, so he pursued closely, like a shadow.
On the other side, Tang Bufan also faced Pei Qiuyi head-on. Although his power was the weakest among them, his fighting spirit was the strongest.
His eyes had turned blood-red, like a wounded beast, having lost all reason, with only the desire to kill remaining.
The sword in his hand attacked Pei Qiuyi again and again, frantically, without defense, without retreat; each strike was a mutually destructive sword technique, a sword technique that left no room for survival.
