"Hmph!"
Lafa snorted coldly, and his red robe immediately transformed into fresh blood, obscuring his presence from where he had stood.
Chen Lun's slash missed its mark, and it was evident that Lafa was wary of his bizarre ability to turn things to wood upon contact and had no intention of making any contact with him.
The blood reformed into a sphere out of thin air, then burst explosively.
Splash!
The blood rained down on Chen Lun, each drop transforming into a crimson maggot, dense and utterly terrifying...but before they could act, they stiffened into various shapes of "wood carvings," tumbling off his body.
"Interesting."
Lafa's voice floated softly.
He appeared above Chen Lun, fresh blood gushing from the ground, lifting him mid-air.
The Bone Spur Sword came crashing down, colliding with the Silver Sword.
Clang!
Clang, clang, clang!
Bright sparks scattered, but Lafa clearly had Chen Lun under pressure, preventing him from raising his head.
