Battle Again

In an instant, the heads of several Demon Sect third realm disciples were severed.

Blood gushed from their necks, staining the ground red.

Zhao Shisan sheathed her Flame Phoenix Sword, and her pace slowed down. Ye Xiaowei approached and carried her on his back, and this time, she did not refuse.

The injuries from yesterday were indeed quite severe, and she needed time to rest. Zhao Shisan took out a few pills from her bracelet and swallowed them all at once.

Ye Xiaowei carried Zhao Shisan to a relatively secluded place, where they could hide. They didn't know how long they could stay hidden.

"Do we need to inform the sect?" Ye Xiaowei asked.