Not dead?
When Han Zhan turned his head, he indeed saw the black shadow, which had been pierced like a hedgehog by the Moonlight Longsword and curled up, after melting into a puddle of black ink, recondensed into its original form in the blink of an eye.
Not dead!
By the time Han Zhan confirmed this, the black shadow was already closing in once more like a relentless attach.
Completely different from last night?
Han Zhan got up, dodging and evading, while his mind whirred rapidly.
Just one day's time, what exactly is different, what caused such a change?
The resurrected black shadow still maintained Tier Six Peak strength. Compared to the first encounter, Han Zhan could now last longer with pure sword skill.
This time, Han Zhan did not hold back.
Seizing the gap as the black shadow crossed paths with him, he switched the Moonlight Longsword from his right to left hand, while his right hand gripped the Xuanyuan Sword now fully formed.
