Behind Lin Xin, the fox spirits that had died were now revealing their true forms, turning out to be a group of beautiful, snow-white foxes.
The ones that hadn't died were spewing blood in big gulps, looking like they were not far from death's door.
The hot spring lake was filled with cries of sorrow, as the surviving women were all severely injured in an instant.
But the immense red sword light that Lin Xin unleashed also alerted powerful presences in the distance.
One of the strong presences nearby emitted an aura very similar to the pink mist emanating from the women, and it seemed to have sensed the situation here, sending an overwhelming fury and killing intent in this direction.
Lin Xin paused his steps and stopped, waiting for the other party to arrive.