Fallen forest leaves were flying around like a swarm of butterflies dancing, creating a mysterious sense of beauty in the midst of the fire light. The clangs the swords emitted as they clashed against each other were akin to the screeches of a night owl, making one feel frightened.
Jiang Wuhen crawled back up and wiped the traces of blood by the corner of his lips. His eyeballs spun around chaotically as he turned around and stumbled as he tried to run away. But he had merely taken a few steps then stopped after seeming to have remembered something. Was he more afraid of the wild beasts in the forest or was he more afraid of Maiden Xiao Rou who was even more fearsome than the wild beasts?
Elder Qiu's attacking stance became even more intense and a gloomy and a chilling ruthlessness could be seen in his eyes.