At this moment, Liu Tingting's heart was full of courage, betting it all; she shouted internally that she must protect the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, absolutely not allowing the Shadow Alliance's plot to succeed, even if it costs her life.
The face of the Dark Night Owl was grave, like the sky turning gloomy before a storm.
He raised the large saber in his hand high, the blade radiating a strong black light, unleashing a move called "Shadow Storm." The blade's rotation speed suddenly increased, the black airflow grew denser, as if black flames were fiercely burning, forming a powerful black whirlwind, howling "woo woo" as it clashed with Liu Tingting's water curtain.
For a moment, water vapor and black aura permeated, the entire Qingfeng Valley seemed shrouded in chaos, the figures of the two faintly visible in the mist, only the "bang bang" sound of weapons colliding and the "buzz buzz" of inner strength reverberating, along with the sound of their heavy breathing.
