The mysterious runes on these thorns glimmered with a ghostly light, the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations causing the air to tremble slightly.
Every thorn seemed to possess an independent consciousness, flexibly changing attack directions, sometimes stabbing straight, sweeping horizontally, or entangling, making them impossible to defend against.
Like chaotic pythons pouncing towards Bai Qingzhao.
Bai Qingzhao squinted slightly, moving swiftly like lightning, nimbly weaving through the thorns.
The longsword in her hand emitted a piercing cold light, the patterns on the blade flowing with mysterious energy as if alive.
Bai Qingzhao swung her longsword, sharp Sword Qi shooting out, severing the approaching thorns.
'Screech—!'
Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Fang Ruxue nodded in appreciation, "The sword is not bad."
Bai Qingzhao responded coldly, "Does it need your acknowledgment?"
