... The swamp-mountain missed the mark.
Now it was coming for them.
Right where Su Xiaobai and the girls stood.
"Fuck…" Su Xiaobai muttered, eyes narrowing.
"Not good!" Yu Feng's face paled instantly. That wasn't just mountain-sized. It was a fcking apocalyptic spell.
Nalan Yufei froze mid-bite of a corruption-resistant melon. Her eyes widened.
A golden glow erupted around her as her spiritual bow started to manifest.
"I'll shoot it—!"
But before she could even pull the string—
Something moved.
Faster than her thoughts.
Su Xiaobai stepped forward.
Not because he wanted to protect anyone.
But because the plot demanded it, and because he wanted to test his sword.
'Let's see what you can do… Gu Ren.'
The obsidian jade beads on his wrist pulsed—black light crawling like liquid metal.
In the next breath, they surged down his arm, slithering and reforming into a long, curved sword, ink-black, humming with anticipation.
And then—SLASH.
