Sensing something amiss, Mo Fan slowly drifted forward. When she looked directly at Qi Xinzhu, she immediately noticed what was wrong.
At this moment, there was no light in Qi Xinzhu's eyes! The sensation was akin to that of store-bought dolls—pretty and unique, yet their eyes also lacked light.
That kind of light was called vitality!
This person, is she fake? When did this happen?
While Mo Fan was perplexed, the Netherflame-laden central spike, which Fenrir had been dismantling, shot out from Qi Xinzhu's mouth.
Mo Fan easily blocked the Netherflame-covered spike with her fingertips. Then…
CLANG!
The spike, along with its Netherflame power, actually snapped in two.
However, Lu Luo had no time to mourn his loss; he had to act quickly. Only by doing something swiftly to intimidate this old woman could he hope to prolong the fight!
Thunder Breath, Flash!
The verdant sword edge swept past Mo Fan's cheek, and Lu Luo's blade cleaved her withered nose in half.
