Everything in this Ancient Relics belongs to the Half-Spirit Race; anyone who wants a share must die!
"Leave this little girl to me."
A female general, with a somewhat aged face covered with heavy makeup to conceal it, spoke.
The other three generals glanced at her and stepped back a position.
"Resolve it quickly, we need to assist Lord Soul!" General Mogan said.
"Don't worry, I'm best at killing these pretty little girls." General Qu Hong smirked coldly.
After speaking, she turned her head to look at Han Shiyun.
Her eyes were like those of a Poison Snake, sharp and full of murderous intent.
"Ghost Spirit Blade!"
Qu Hong raised her left hand, and a plume of black mist rose from her palm.
Amid the black mist, a semi-transparent miniature blade appeared.
Qu Hong pinched the blade with her forefinger and middle finger, flinging it toward Han Shiyun.
"Whoosh!"
The blade sliced through the air, issuing a shrill sound.
