er the light of the full moon, a pair of fiery red wings, pulsing with spiritual energy, fluttered gently behind him. A long blade in his hand, adorned with swirling spiritual energy, slashed down tow...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient" out.As the first blade of Lian Zan fell, Ran Ziyi's spirit garment perfectly blocked it. When the second blade descended, the luster on the spirit garment suddenly dimmed to its extreme.The third sla...