Clear spring water seeped into his skin as Pei Ye pressed down on the head of the scale demon, bursting through the curtain of water with a resounding crash.
Dozens of scale demons were scattered as Pei Ye throttled one and drove his sword through its body; in the next moment, a surging black tide rushed over and submerged him.
No amount of exquisite swordsmanship could withstand such coverage, so Pei Ye simply sheathed his sword, lifted a hand to press down on innumerable slippery scales, and the overlapping force slammed him powerfully against the stone wall.
Li Xizhou walked to the front of the curtain, tilting her head, "Are you all right?"
Smashed against the stone wall, Pei Ye managed to turn one uncovered eye through the water curtain to glance at her.
Her tone carried a hint of concern, though her face concealed a barely contained amusement, which quickly transformed into genuine care as she met Pei Ye's glance.
