As the sharp blade cut through the air, the space above Li Huowang's head erupted with a whooshing sound.
Seeing that tattered robe, filled with blades like a Blood Droplet, swooping towards his head, Li Huowang immediately sliced off two of his fingers and threw them away.
Taking advantage of the moment his severed fingers sent the robe flying, Li Huowang was about to approach the woman with the purple lips, but Hong Da's familiar face blocked his path, and the tattered robe landed steadily on him.
Although he could not see Li Huowang, he seemed to have some method of detecting someone's presence. "Who is there! Show yourself!"
Facing Hong Da, Li Huowang didn't want to get entangled and simply peeled off his own face, covering it directly onto Hong Da's.
But from a distance, the Taoist with the Judge's brush in hand made a light stroke, instantly splitting that face in half, and with a single gesture, the invisible Li Huowang suddenly became visible.