There was no time left.
Yi Lin didn't rage but rather smiled.
"Mai!"
Yi Lin's legs made a sound as if they could not bear the weight anymore.
Click click click.
It was as though a tightly wound spring was about to spiral into the heavens.
Although Yi Lin had time only to utter a single word at that moment,
the two, through constant battles along the way, had unconsciously formed something called "tacit understanding."
Don't get it wrong; it was merely an understanding of how to slaughter monsters together.
Though the term "tacit understanding" might sound as if it carried a hint of cheesy sensationalism,
with just a fleeting exchange of looks, Oda Mai had already understood Yi Lin's intention.
It just goes to show the old saying: Once eye contact is confirmed, I know whom you want to chop.
Clang!
A strand of dazzling blade light spilled out from the sheath.
Draw the sword!
