Along with the voice, a mysterious figure appeared behind Meng Zhang, holding a silver-white sharp sword in his hand.
With a closer observation, one would find that this sharp sword was not a solid entity but was formed by gathering silver-white mana light. The metallic sharpness flickered unsteadily, causing a stinging sensation just by looking at it.
Even though holding such a dazzling lightsaber, this person managed to conceal himself like a transparent figure. When did he infiltrate this battlefield, and when did he sneak into such a position? Even searching through one's memory made it hard to tell. Obviously, Meng Zhang only reacted when the other party spoke, reflexively intending to turn around and attack, as I too prepared a defensive stance.
