"Who... is it?"
Mo Bolan asked, somewhat surprised, into the depths of the dense fog. But before he could finish speaking, a ray of cyan light descended from the sky, aimed straight for his chest. Zhao Zuo's words were merely a distraction; the real attack had been launched the moment Mo Bolan stepped into the mist.
Slightly panicked, Mo Bolan quickly sidestepped to dodge the descending Sky-Breaking Saber. Having narrowly escaped death, a look of disdain crossed his face. 'Child's play.'
"Such a petty—"
SWISH!
A red shadow burst through the mist, carrying an irresistible might and a bone-piercing chill as it bore down on him. Mo Bolan's expression turned grim, the taunt dying on his lips. He felt the fluctuations of power before him, so strong it filled him with dread.
Mo Bolan immediately widened his eyes, preparing to face the enemy's attack.
Their eyes met unexpectedly. For a moment, Mo Bolan felt as if he were staring into a bottomless, blood-red abyss, and his body froze.
