Chen Fan tried to stop her, but it was too late.
After the transformation, her speed was incredibly swift, and in just a few steps, the woman named A Ling was less than two meters in front of Hu Qi.
At this moment, her eyes glowed with a greedy, bloodthirsty red light, and her saw-like teeth were almost stretched to her ears.
Seeing this, Hu Qi's expression remained calm.
He turned his body slightly and raised his right hand a little.
A blade light flashed across the night sky, accompanied by a sharp scream.
Blood spurted out.
A Ling's figure rapidly retreated, narrowly dodging the incoming blade light again.
At this moment, one of her hands had been severed, with bone and flesh exposed, looking extremely horrifying in the night.
"A Ling!"
Seeing this, Chen Fan's body was about to rush forward.
But he was blocked by a figure, none other than Xie Fei.
"Your opponent is me."
He adjusted his glasses, wearing two sets of dark Gold, silk-like gloves on his hands.
"Who exactly are you people? Why do you want to harm us?"
Chen Fan gasped for breath, his eyes flickering red, and his face becoming somewhat distorted.
Xie Fei completely ignored this.
With Qi and Blood circulating throughout his body, he stomped his foot hard on the ground, and with the powerful recoil, his figure instantly appeared before the man, his arm muscles bulging as he raised his hand.
He threw a punch directly, carrying a strong gust of wind, towards the man's face.
"Ah, you forced me!"
Chen Fan's face flashed with a ferocious expression, as if he sensed the threat of death.
His body inflated rapidly like it was being pumped full of air, transforming into a two-meter-tall monster with pale skin, and its clawed arms shot out fiercely.
The sharp claws clashed with the gauntlet, emitting a dull thud and a few sparks.
...
Meanwhile.
Hu Qi faced A Ling with ease.
This Blood Slave in front of him, apart from possessing a physique far superior to ordinary people due to her Black Blood Species nature, had almost zero combat experience.
If she were facing an ordinary person, with her strength, killing them would be as easy as flipping a hand.
But unfortunately, she was facing Hu Qi.
Hu Qi was not only a Martial Artist who had reached Qi Blood Three Transformations, but also possessed nearly ten perfected Fighting Techniques.
Facing her attacks, Hu Qi merely swayed his body, easily dodging them.
At the same time, the horizontal saber in his hand slashed out, leaving several deep, bone-visible wounds on her body.
The continuous loss of blood made A Ling's expression increasingly frenzied.
However, Hu Qi frowned slightly.
"Weak, too weak. How can something so weak be fit to exist in this world?"
This fellow was truly too weak; she couldn't bring him the slightest sense of danger, let alone allow him to comprehend any killing intent.
Thinking of this, the blade light in his hand became faster and more severe.
Although his Ghost Killing Blade had not yet entered the Dao, with the powerful physique granted by Qi Blood Three Transformations, the force of his saber swings was enough to cleave an adult.
Blade light flashed, and blood splattered.
Hu Qi clearly had several opportunities to kill his opponent, but each time he only used his saber to cut a gash on her body.
And A Ling's claws, as sharp as blades, scratched against Hu Qi's body, but due to his Cloud Iron Body, they could only leave a few faint scratches.
Aside from causing Hu Qi a slight stinging sensation, they couldn't even break his skin.
With a "puchi" sound.
Blood sprayed.
A Ling's body was covered in wounds of varying sizes, like a broken sack, looking utterly miserable.
As a large amount of blood was lost, she could no longer support herself and fell directly to the ground.
Looking at Hu Qi, who was holding a blood-stained long saber, the ferocious expression on her face disappeared, and she reverted to her ordinary human appearance.
Her voice became weak as she began to beg for mercy.
"Ah... please... don't kill me... I..."
She hadn't finished speaking.
Only a flash of blade light was seen, tearing through the night.
Pfft!
Red and white matter sprayed out.
A Ling's plea for mercy came to an abrupt halt.
Looking closely, half of the head that originally had cute twin pigtails was directly missing.
The remaining half of the head slumped down, presenting an extremely twisted and terrifying posture.
Blood gushed like a spring from the wound, staining her broken face and the surrounding ground.
That half-face twitched in extreme pain, muscles contorted and deformed.
The sole remaining eye was wide open, bloodshot and filled with terror, staring fixedly at the saber-wielding figure in front of her.
Then, consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.
Thud!
The body fell to the ground, motionless.
Hu Qi's gaze swept around.
A profound silence.
Due to their chase, they had already distanced themselves from Xie Fei.
Only the surrounding silent, grayish-white tombstones stood.
He glanced at the corpse, which was still gurgling dark red blood.
Hu Qi pulled out a bottle-like object from his pocket, opened the lid, and surprisingly squatted down to collect the blood from the female corpse's wound.
The bottle was not large and quickly filled up.
Hu Qi stood up and walked forward, following the commotion from afar.
Not long after.
He arrived at the place where they first encountered the two Blood Slaves.
By the time he arrived, the commotion had ceased, and the battle had ended.
As expected.
Xie Fei easily dealt with his opponent.
Under normal circumstances, encountering a Black Blood Species meant direct elimination.
As for why they didn't interrogate the Black Blood Species behind them, it was because, due to the Black Blood Species' absolute control over converted Blood Slaves, it was impossible to use them to find the source.
However, what surprised Hu Qi was that Xie Fei had not killed the opponent.
At this moment, Chen Fan was sprawled on the ground, his arms twisted in an irregular manner.
And Xie Fei stood to the side, his expression fluctuating.
As if hearing the movement, he turned his head to look.
Seeing Hu Qi approaching with a blood-stained long saber, he couldn't help but ask.
"Did he escape? But that's normal, at least we caught..."
"I killed him."
Hu Qi directly interrupted him.
His gaze fell upon the man kneeling on the ground.
"Why keep him?"
However, Xie Fei, upon hearing Hu Qi's question, did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked with a somewhat complex expression.
"Hu Qi, do you think all Black Blood Species in the world deserve to die?"
"Are you out of your mind? If they don't deserve to die, do we?!"
Hu Qi's expression was strange, looking at Xie Fei as if he were looking at an idiot.
He had thought the other person was smart, but he didn't expect him to ask such a foolish question.
"But, but they haven't attacked living people. They just eat some corpses. They're only doing this because they want to survive."
Xie Fei's expression stiffened, then became somewhat conflicted, as if he had been fooled into idiocy.
"Why? We never eat living people, we only pick up corpses to eat. We just want to survive, so why do you insist on wiping us out?"
Suddenly, a suppressed roar sounded.
Chen Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, now looked up, with two lines of blood tears streaming down his face.
His face was distorted, and an intense sense of danger vaguely emanated from him.
Seeing this, Xie Fei, who was nearby, seemed to realize something, and his face changed drastically.