Xia Feng squinted his eyes, channeling Demonic Qi into them while observing Li Qingyu's current state, and continuously wearing away the Demonic Qi on her body with the Heaven-Burying Sword.
The energy on her body was somewhat mixed, with crimson Violent Qi and pitch-black Demonic Qi constantly clashing, occasionally causing her body to stiffen momentarily.
Xia Feng wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he could occasionally glimpse a faint blue light on Li Qingyu, struggling between the two intense auras, as if it might disappear at any moment.
Xia Feng's expression turned puzzled. Could that blue light be the remnants of Li Qingyu's own soul?
Regardless of whether it was or wasn't, Xia Feng had no intention of holding back.
After all, his life was at stake, and holding back wasn't a luxury he could afford; a moment's carelessness might lead to his downfall under the sword.
