Whoosh—
A fragrant breeze swept through the laurel forest, carrying with it a blurry, fleeting white figure that moved at an incredible speed.
Xu Ziyang was hot on its tail, his palm bursting with unrestrained Sword Qi, the sheer force of it awe-inspiring!
Thump.
With a slash of his sword and a rain of flowers in its wake, the white figure had appeared on a laurel tree dozens of feet away, in a flash. This demonic creature had the ability to transform laurel blossoms into its doppelganger, and its enchantments were executed with astonishing speed!
But Xu Ziyang was no ordinary man, he immediately tossed the Zhan Gang Sword into the air, and in an instant, it transformed into a brilliant blaze of sword light that filled the entire laurel forest, forcing the white figure out of the laurels' reach.
Once out of the laurel grove, the creature's magic would lose its effect, and it could only continue to flee into the distance.
