“Oh? Found it.”
“It should be… right in front of you?”
“What!”
Shi Yiming’s heart jolted. Spiritual energy poured into Yuanjian as the sword in his hand rang out again and again.
“Dragon-Roaming Sword Art!!”
Almost as soon as Xiao Hei finished speaking, the sword technique took shape.
“Roar, ”
A dragon’s cry rang across the world as a golden dragon roared forward in a dive.
“Clink!!!”
The sound of a mirror shattering rang out nearby.
Countless cracks appeared in the surroundings, which gradually grew illusory.
“Damn it! When exactly was I pulled into an illusion?”
The surroundings shifted from illusory to real, and the confusion in his eyes instantly faded.
The setting was not much different from before, but now someone stood in front of him.
More accurately, it was not a person at all. His spiritual senses detected that the face was not wearing any kind of mask.
It was a fox’s face. Two pairs of white ears stood upright, and white hair fell over its shoulders. Every exposed part of its body was as white as the fur on its face, clashing sharply with its ink-black robe. An eerie aura radiated from it everywhere.
Not bad, really not bad