The slashes produced with a casual wave, like a butter knife slicing through cake, cut the ever-expanding mound of earth into several segments. The shattered rocks, caught in the whirl of air currents, flew everywhere. Just as Pei Yan's vision was momentarily blocked, a gust of wind came from behind.
"Let's see how you avoid my attacks now!" In that brief moment to catch his breath, Lanmalok teleported behind Pei Yan, choosing what he believed was the perfect angle to strike with his sword. In his view, Pei Yan, who spawned limbs out of thin air as a form of attack, would be unable to react flexibly from this angle.
As for the longsword attacking from behind, Pei Yan showed no intention of dodging. Only the sound of mechanical metal operations could be heard, and the four tentacles that grew from his back instantly merged into one, slashing towards the sword Lanmalok swung down.
