Half an hour later, on the banks of Wu Lie River.
On the rooftop, there were silhouettes and marks of swords.
"Easy there, eh? Could you take it easy!" Lu Ran yelled, his feet stirring the Immortal Fog beneath him as he rapidly darted about.
But the North Wind Believer, like a persistent ghost, entangled himself with Lu Ran once more.
Wherever Lu Ran fled to, there would always be a Nightmare enveloping him.
"Ding!"
The Dawn Blade clashed heavily with the Wind Blade, the noise screeching.
Lu Ran only felt numbness in the base of his thumb and could not help but mutter,
"They coax you out here with gentle words, presenting everything so nicely!
And then the moment we meet, it's straight to torment, isn't it?"
Deng Yuxiang said nothing, her face expressionless.
She was clearly chasing to kill Lu Ran, but looking at her expression, did she seem dissatisfied?
Swiftly dodging, Lu Ran ignited the Immortal Hoof beneath his feet once again.
