When Li Changhe and the sword-carrying youth locked eyes, the surroundings became much quieter. The distorted creatures startled by the battle were now fleeing the area in terror.
Because a terrifying aura was gradually spreading. Both their fighting spirits also reached their peaks.
In fact, both sides were very clear that this was the first time they had met each other. They were absolute strangers. There couldn't possibly be any grudges between them.
Yet, the moment they drew closer, as if destined by fate, both felt an inexplicable and intense hostility towards each other.
It was as if defeating and killing the other was the most important thing.
The sword-carrying youth's right hand gripped the bronze sword behind him, golden flames spreading from the hilt around his body.
Meanwhile, Li Changhe extended three fingers, placing them on his chest. The Three Corpses of good and evil were arising!
