Just as the sharp claws were less than a palm's width from Yun Ji, the black mist was suddenly pierced by droplets of water.
The sharp claws, which had solidified from the mist, were instantly scattered.
The dark red mist flew back into mid-air and once again solidified into the form of Kunlin, glaring with anger and disbelief at Qiao Xixi, who had returned.
"You didn't leave!"
Qiao Xixi watched him with a deadpan expression.
"Water."
"Shoot!"
A curtain of water droplets shot toward him once more.
Qiao Xixi, who was dead set on finishing off Yun Ming, completely failed to notice the tremor in Yun Ji's eyes the moment she appeared.
"Female, with pathetic skills like these, you're no match for me. Die!"
This time, Yun Ming transformed into a sharp arrow, speeding toward Qiao Xixi.
However, before the arrow could touch Qiao Xixi, it was blocked by a soft, glowing halo.
"Break."
In an instant, the mist vanished without a trace, and the eerie aura dissipated along with it.
