Amidst the chaos, the sound of the sword rang out again, resonating into the sky!
During the brief stalemate, the teenager's expression remained unchanged, not even glancing at the assailant crawling out from the shadows.
The single remaining eye was just fixed on Luobomo's face.
With full concentration, he meticulously pushed the blade in his hand, ignoring the opponent's muffled voice and shouts.
The pale sword blade, like a mirror, reflected the opponent's face, witnessing the hideousness gradually collapsing, revealing fear, wavering, and even despair!
"——!!!"
Luobomo let out a hoarse roar, fiercely biting onto the blade of Li Hen, eyes about to burst.
Now, he was like a half-frozen corpse, the broken blade in his hand futilely raised time and again, leaving scars on the teenager's face, neck, and hands. Yet, the hand gripping Li Hen remained unwavering, as steady as a rock.
Crack! Crack! Crack—
