On his right side, a massive gash was apparent, revealing twitching innards, almost sliced in half by Devil Scorpion Fang Jun. On his left, a deep crimson Fist Seal broke four or five ribs, pointing straight at the heart. Blood gushed incessantly, draining his vitality.
"You... you... are not the Mother of Masks!"
Zuo Ming coughed violently twice, staring ahead with extreme anger.
In the midst of the raging aura.
A figure with a classic, elegant, and imposing stature stood firm on the ground, like a pile driver boring into it. His spine was erect like a great dragon, with shoulders spread back as if they were two extremely thick armors. His veiny millstone-like hands joined together in front of his chest, surrounded by a solemn and compassionate aura.
But, those hands were still dripping with crimson blood, savagely bloodthirsty.
The contrast between the two was strikingly paradoxical.
"Huff!"
The wind blew as Bai Xiao slowly took a step forward.
