Shi Feiyang frowned deeply, secretly speculating about the identities and intentions of these two people, as a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
Blood Rakshasa also seemed to notice these two figures, and her heart tightened, realizing the situation was becoming more dire.
Always proud, she dared not be careless at this moment. Her moves tightened, and her long whip lashed continuously, forming a red barrier that enveloped the two of them.
Her figure fluttered like willow catkins in the wind, the treasure sword in her hand glinting coldly, complementing the long whip.
For a moment, the interweaving sword light and whip shadows dazzled the eyes. Amidst this chaotic display, a crisp shout rang out like a phoenix's cry, and Blood Rakshasa leapt up, executing a move called "Black Dragon Churning Sea."
