Faced with the blade slashing toward his neck, Litz retreated swiftly, barely avoiding decapitation, but Shen Xuan's attack still left a long cut across his chest.
However, no red blood flowed from the wound; instead, a white, milky substance slowly oozed out.
"Is this his blood?" Shen Xuan's tone betrayed a rare trace of astonishment at the sight.
Chapter 147