[Update with 5 more tomorrow...]
"A meaningless struggle."
Geng Wanchun's lips curved into a disdainful smile, as he raised the scythe high again and shouted:
"Wenfeng, this is power. Those without power can only struggle and flounder."
Xu Wenfeng closed his eyes, awaiting death's arrival. He knew he had no room to struggle, he could feel Geng Wanchun's Power.
Death did not arrive as expected.
"Who are you?"
Geng Wanchun paused, staring at the woman in front of him, sensing a kindred spirit, someone similar to him.
Xu Wenfeng opened his eyes, seeing Geng Wanchun talking to the air in front of him, as if someone stood there.
Tao Yi did not respond, with her other hand, she conjured a blade and struck at the Cloak, in her eyes, the Cloak was the true threat.
The scythe sliced through the air.
The Cloak moved with uncanny speed, at the very moment Tao Yi attacked, it swung its scythe down.
