Three days later, inside the Demon Cave.
In a pitch-black wilderness, Lu Ran stood alone holding dual blades.
Nearby, by the torch-lit path, a great battle was nearing its end.
Corpses of Soul-splitting Demons lay scattered haphazardly, with only one remaining Stream Realm·Soul-splitting Demon still stubbornly resisting.
Lu Ran slightly tilted his head, listening intently.
A sudden gust of night wind caused the long red scarf tied behind his head to flutter lightly.
It was a pity that such a cool scene could only be appreciated by the black crows circling high above.
In these past few days, Instructor Cai Yunfei had been repeatedly impressed by Lu Ran.
What does it mean to be skilled in both letters and arms?
If Lu Ran lingered outside the battle group,
he could easily control his enemies with his unique understanding of Divine Technique.
If Lu Ran plunged into the battle,
he moved like a ghost, his attacks fierce, hardly inferior to a Sword One Believer.
