Bathed in moonlight, Xu Yiyi's wrist turned.
A beam of sword qi formed from moonlight bisected all the Sea Demons in her sight. Nearly half of the several hundred thousand Sea Demons, all of varying cultivation Boundaries, burst into a bloody mist. They erupted like beautiful fireworks, but the cost of this bloom was steep—the life of every Sea Demon caught in its path.
"Whew." Xu Yiyi's grip on the dead tree branch trembled slightly.
Through Qian Xiao's gradually blurring vision, he saw a massive horde of Sea Demons relentlessly rushing forward amidst the exploding blood-red fireworks.
He gasped, "Yiyi, I'm about to die. Let me go and run for your life. Don't tire yourself out."
Not only did Xu Yiyi not let go, she held on even tighter.
She hadn't dared to open her eyes from the very beginning. She was terrified of seeing her little tagalong die in front of her. She didn't want to see it, so she deceived herself and kept them shut.
