Hiu! Hiu Hiu Hiu Hiu!
The air between the two of them seemed to have turned into visible sabers, swords, and halberds that were shrieking and colliding.
The blurred shadows in the air rippled out and spread out, too.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had dodged, moved, and switched their positions and postures hundreds of times, but they did not seem to have moved at all.
But if somebody were standing between them, they would've been cut into thousands of pieces of meat the size of fingernails.
Chu Zhixiao's fingertips, which seemed to be dangling beside his legs casually, dripped a few drops of blood. Earsplitting noises echoed in the silence.
A deep wound appeared on Yun Haixin's cheek, but it was soon blocked by the wriggling black fog, making her even more hideous.
"Stop, Black Dream. I don't want to fight you. We have no reason to fight at all!"
