Slash.
With a single slash of his sword, Dong Hongtian's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, cutting through several figures in the fog into pieces, along with clearing away the mist.
However, no trace of joy was visible on Dong Hongtian's face, as the feel of his sword told him that he hadn't actually hit anything.
The figures in the white mist rapidly approached, with layers of phantoms shuttling through his body.
In an instant, Dong Hongtian felt as though his head had split in two, and the intense pain threw his steps into disarray.
"Is it you, you were behind what happened in Tianjia Village?"
With his hair and beard bristling in rage, Dong Hongtian recognized his assailants from the white fog—demons, capable of attacking the soul, that he had encountered in Tianjia Village.
The unknown enemy seemed to scorn a response, as hundreds of indistinct Yin Souls howled and charged towards Dong Hongtian from all directions.
