He was strikingly handsome, with an extraordinary appearance. Holding a folded fan beneath his slender frame, spirits swept around him as he spoke and laughed. Raising his eyebrows, the blood-red skull before him spewed a fog of deadly miasma. The spirits, unable to struggle, vanished en masse.
"Ye Aobai?"
Almost simultaneously, Ye Hanjun also noticed this person's presence.
However, he remained composed, merely exchanging glances from afar, then withdrew his gaze to continue focusing on his own battle.
"Another competitor... has joined?"
Ye Aobai murmured softly, snapping the folding fan in his hand shut.
Another white skull appeared, spewing forth a stone bridge hundreds of meters high.
Without any physical movement to suggest walking, Ye Aobai ascended along the stone bridge, each step bringing him closer to the summit.
"Big tadpole, his Contracted Fond Spirits look ugly yet endearing."
