Qiang!

The crisp tapping of gold and iron sounded in the night sky.

Between the sparks and electric lights, Xinyang's body disappeared in mid-air. At the time of its appearance, it was a hundred metres away. His head slowly turned around. At the place where he had just stood, a fine steel arrow was inserted upside down.

The arrows waved, bringing a faint glow of fire, especially in the darkness.

"I despise you for being able to keep up with my speed." Xinyang grasped the dagger again and moved slightly. The speed was several times faster. The cold voice came out slowly: "This time, you will die!"

Dark shadows surge...