With a "bang," the golden light was flicked away by a probing finger, revealing a face that seemed both annoyed and pleased—a bewitching woman in a black dress, charming to the point of seeming not of this world.
Upon glimpsing this peerless face, Silvermoon's figure trembled and her complexion turned pale.
Han Li's gaze, however, first fell upon the six-armed demonic silhouette. He could not be mistaken—that demon was the very ancient devil that had escaped from Devilfall Valley.
The Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword within him hummed softly, already sensing the other two flying swords that had been taken.
As for the exceptionally enchanting woman in front of this ancient devil, she appeared as delicate as silk and seemed to have no mana whatsoever, making it impossible to discern her level of cultivation.
