At the critical moment, Yun Chujiu did not bother to hide anymore. She waved her left hand to release several bolts of lightning, while her right hand was holding a large kitchen knife and brandishing the chicken-killing sword technique.
The masked men were obviously caught off guard. How could a person shoot out lightning? And it was the Purple One?
Why did this stupid girl randomly make a few gestures, and their demonic energy was blocked outside?
Also, wasn’t that a kitchen knife used for cooking? Why was it emitting a suffocating pressure?
Yun Chujiu was also complaining in her heart. Although she didn’t look like she was at a disadvantage now, she had been cultivating demonic qi recently. Her Dantian was filled with demonic qi, and soon, this bit of spiritual power would be completely exhausted.
Sure enough, as time passed, Yun Chujiu couldn’t hold on any longer.