"I'm going to devour you!" Bai Ling let out a furious screech, rushing toward Lu Hong. Meanwhile, her form started to fog and turn into a sinister and unpredictable Demonic Qi.
Lu Hong's expression turned grave. The Holy King advised, "Be careful. Although this fog form poses no threat of harm, the enemy can launch a surprise attack from any corner touched by the Demonic Qi."
"Is there a way to deal with it?"
The Holy King shook his head. "If I were corporeal, I could break it; now, you can only endure and look for an opportunity."
The vaporized Bai Ling, like a raging wind, enveloped her opponent within it.
Lu Hong's expression tensed, constantly on guard against Bai Ling's sneak attack.
Suddenly, a Demonic Claw zipped toward Lu Hong's back like lightning.
Clang~
The Holy Sword traced a beautiful arc of blood, clashing with Bai Ling's Demonic Claw.
Bai Ling winced slightly and then burrowed back into the Demonic Qi, only to attack again the next second from Lu Hong's flank.
