On an island, somewhere in the ocean.
Xue Ying descended upon a beach with sand as pure as snow, contaminated by neither dirt nor soil.
The air permeating the entire scroll world was relatively cold. From a cursory glance at his surroundings, Xue Ying spotted a hourglass floating in mid-air, filled with shining sand. As soon as he laid eyes upon it, the sand started flowing!
Hu!
A current of black power converged on the island, forming into ten black-robed people. They all wore identical garb, and even their appearances were all the same. The only thing setting them apart from each other were the weapons on their backs. Some used twin swords, some spears, pikes, whips, even shackles… Regardless of weapon, they charged in to attack as soon as they materialized.
All of them were able to move at very high speeds—some even penetrating into the Mirage, others into the shadow space, a select few turning into fiery spheres…
