Right now, only sending the Raksha Princess into a nightmare would allow her a chance at survival.
"Princess!" The female disciple behind the Raksha Princess yelped. She abruptly drew her sword and slashed at Sikong Fuling, who was on the alert as she produced demonic chants from the Phoenix Nether Demonic Flute she was playing.
Sikong Fuling had overconsumed her mystic energy, so at the moment, she was only hanging in there by willpower as blood trickled from her lips.
When Sikong Fuling saw that she was utterly unable to ward off this sword offensive, she couldn't help but sigh dejectedly.
She hadn't expected that this journey to the Mystic Beast Forest would actually be her final journey…
Suddenly, a fair and tender small palm shot out from beside her face. Its delicate fingers were slim, and its luminous wrist was as translucent as the moonlight.
It directly nabbed the Raksha Ghost Sect female disciple's neck in the midst of her attack.
