The crowd couldn't see the transparent red Vines in Jiang Xinli's hands. They could only see her wielding a longsword, her lithe figure flipping and leaping gracefully through the air. Hovering high above, Jinyuan gently raised his Leng Bai fingers, and a dense black mist instantly entangled Yun Bo, who was lunging toward him. His deep, Demon-like crimson eyes, sinister and chilling, cast a gloomy, sidelong glance at Jiang Xinli.
The girl's slender figure danced in the air like an Elf, her silky black hair fluttering in the wind. Raising her hands lightly like the most beautiful dancer in the world, she swiftly and precisely severed the Blood-sucking Tree Roots with fierce strikes.
"Heh." Jinyuan stared at her greedily. He chuckled and whispered, "A thousand years have passed, and you're still so..."
He thought to himself that she was still so detestable, yet deeply mesmerizing.
