Mo Xie immediately traverses the forest with frightening speed. He's in his shadow form, going from the shadow of the trees, branches, and leaves as his means to travel.
Nya Poto followed silently, she couldn't help but commend Mo Xie's technique, if the both of them are at the same strength, Nya Poto isn't even sure if she could fight Mo Xie head-on.
Mo Xie's black hair had grown too long, it's already reaching the back of his knees, it became like the flowing with together with his movement.
After a while of moving, Nya Poto halts: "This is the end of my territory, further ahead will be Rocas' territory, be careful there.
Mo Xie smiled: "You don't want to kill him?
Nya Poto pondered before she spoke: "If there's two of me, can you and I win?"
Mo Xie didn't expect Rocas to be that strong: "Then, what level is he at?"
