C1146 Controlling the Spirit of the Yang Flame

*Swish!*

The sword light streaked through the air, followed by a rising mist of blood. The Officiator let out a wretched scream as he stumbled backward in a panic, his hands splattered with fresh blood. His angry gaze settled on a woman in a flowing green dress standing protectively in front of Zhao Mengdieh, her sword's tip dripping with blood.

The assailant was none other than Yin Qiuyi