The power of one's bloodline can also serve as support.
As the spinning staff fell, the woman did not witness the scene where Roger's flesh split, bones broke, and tendons snapped; her attack was entirely blocked.
"How is that possible? He was clearly already..."
In a moment of hesitation, the disordered Spiritual Power within Roger's body straightened out, and the next second, a cold light burst forth!
Only a dazzling white blur was seen, capturing the mind, slowing the movement in her hands.
Just then, a fierce pulling force came from behind her, and as she swiftly retreated, she saw the flash of the sword.
Crack!
The woman in red appeared instantly, tens of meters away, everything around her returned to normal, and that's when she felt the sting in her throat.
With a wipe of her hand, blood flowed freely.
Her heart began to pound wildly, and fear of death surged to her mind.
"He... he..."
She opened her mouth stuttering but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
