A strong blood mist pervaded the forest.
The pungent smell of blood made one nauseous. After beheading the last ninja, Chen Nan glanced at the dripping Demon Sword in his hand, his eyes cold and indifferent, without a trace of emotional fluctuation. In the world of cultivators, killing is commonplace.
Chen Nan scanned the surroundings, knowing there were definitely others waiting for the right moment in the shadows.
Why hasn't Qing Ying arrived yet?
Chen Nan was a bit puzzled. He had been fighting here for over half an hour now, and logically, with Qing Ying's speed, she should have arrived long ago.
Could it be that she also encountered other trouble?
Chen Nan dared not call to ask because he was very aware of the current situation. If he was slightly distracted, experts in the shadows would seize the opportunity to ambush, delivering a fatal blow.
Leaping up, Chen Nan jumped to the tip of a tree.
