Clang…
Almost at the same time Xiao Yi was blasted away.
The blood-colored scythe attacked again from within the mist, and it was right above Xiao Yi's head.
Xiao Yi could even smell the strong, pungent scent of blood on the scythe up close.
If the sharp scythe truly struck down, Xiao Yi would surely meet a fate of being beheaded.
"So fast." Xiao Yi's pupils constricted, his Blizzard Sword quickly retracted in defense.
Clang… The collision of sword and scythe emitted a crisp ringing sound.
Xiao Yi stabilized his body, countered with a backhanded slash.
The blood-colored scythe was forcefully split open, retreating back into the mist, disappearing from sight.
"What is that?" Xiao Yi steadied himself, his expression stern.
With sharp eyes, he scanned his surroundings.
To appear and attack so silently right under his nose, and to send him flying with one hit, it was certainly no ordinary being.
What he spoke of was a "thing," not a "person."
