Chapter 1613: The sixteenth-rank dead can't bear the sudden blow from him, but the thirteenth-rank woman seems to be harmless at the moment.

This is incredible indeed! The blood-red knife in Tang Huan's hand was waving again, and the sound of cracking silk burst out in this passage, as if it could tear the eardrums apart. Suddenly, the breath of terror swept open and the space shook violently like a ripple. The red color immediately filled the passage.

The red-dressed woman's slender, white and tender fingers danced like butterflies wearing flowers. A hot, sharp and silky red awn shot out from her fingertips. In an instant, it condensed into a...