Shen Luo gazed intently, unmoved, his ears slightly twitching, as he swung the long knife in his hand horizontally towards the right.
"Clang"
The sword glow burst forth, but this time no blood light appeared, only a sound of grating friction that set one's teeth on edge.
Following this, the blood mist ahead dissipated, and the cut-in-half form of the white fox also vanished immediately, contrary to the expectation. Instead, beneath Shen Luo's blade, a snow-white fox emerged, its claws exuding a colored glaze gloss, tightly gripping the Hongming blade edge.
"Friend Shen's perception is indeed sharp. Even though Tu Shantong has advanced to the Taiyi Realm, her illusion technique still cannot prevail over you," the white fox transformed from Mi Su stared at Shen Luo with glowing eyes, and marveled.
