Blood
Gritting his teeth, Xue Wei urged the Qi within his body to run. He was continually guiding it in specific patterns through his body, and executing one attack after another, without taking even a second to breathe.
Every move was depending on his instincts, and his eyes were glowing with a cold and fierce light.
Xue Wei was half a beast, and he would usually get infected by bloodlust in such a thrilling battle. He would become intoxicated and excited, reveling in the feeling of slaughter and fighting. Still, this time his body was taut, and there was not even the slightest feeling of exhilaration.
It was not only Xue Wei who had to focus all his senses on the battle, and often depend on his instincts to make decisions; Lan was equally challenged.