She spurted a mouthful of fresh blood as unimaginable pain erupted from within her.
Just as Raghlar was about to dash towards her, a fist tore through the air and struck him in the neck!
"Ughh…WH—L-Lirae!?" He gasped in shock; the sting in his neck paled in comparison to the shock he was experiencing!
"W-What the fuck is happening?" Raghlar shouted at the top of his lungs. The surrounding cultivators didn't dare interfere in this personal family drama, and the Origin Realm cultivators were too busy fighting the war.
"Damn, that felt really good! I should have done a lot more sooner, hehe." Lirae chuckled and waved her hand. A red sword materialized in her hand.
"Xinyi, heal yourself first," Lirae said with a small smirk. "Until then, I'll take care of this bastard."
Her eyes took a deeper shade of red, and suddenly a familiar pressure burst from her body, spreading across the ground.
