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Xiang Yu's veins throbbed violently, his eyes glowing a menacing red as he gritted his teeth. His hand, trapped and trembling, pulsed with demonic energy. With a guttural roar, he thrust his hand forward, aiming to tear through Peng Xiu's abdomen. But she was quick, her reflexes sharp. She twisted away, his claws grazing her shoulder, leaving a deep, bloody gash.
Pain and fury ignited within her. With a primal scream, she pinned him to the ground, her strength fueled by rage. Her hands glowed with a fierce light as she continued to extract Han Xin's faint divine energy coursing through Xiang Yu's spiritual veins. He grimaced, half his face pressed into the dirt, the agony almost unbearable.
As his vision blurred from the pain, his sister suddenly stopped. She sensed something approaching. With a sly grin, she leaned close and whispered, "This isn't over. Well, that is if you live." Then, she vanished, leaving him lying in a pool of his own blood.