The shadows of the whip seemed like ferocious dragons pouncing straight towards Zhu Yunwen. Jiang Dali suddenly felt a strange sensation, his Spiritual Sense capturing a figure leaping out from behind the screen towards the water bucket once more.
It turned out there was indeed a secret passage beneath the water bucket. Had he hesitated to enter the room, the Blood Monk might have snatched Zhu Yunwen away first.
But it was already too late now.
With a snap, his palm, emitting suction, instantly grasped Zhu Yunwen's shoulder. Almost simultaneously, his vision was filled with ghostly shadows of the whip, making it impossible to discern which was real.
A strand of Qi Force suddenly swept towards his back. The Ghost King Whip had taken a detour, attacking from the rear, targeting the joints at the back of his knee.
