Watching the precise black stone that landed right by his feet, Long Feiyun's heart churned. He knew the other side had shown mercy; otherwise, that one hit would have been enough to take his and Xiao Ruo's lives. Without pausing, even though Long Feiyun was shocked, he dared not slow down his movements. As soon as he saw the black stone at his feet, he dragged Xiao Ruo through the gap and darted back into the forest. With that move, everyone outside spotted their whereabouts. Countless black lights shot towards them again, the whooshing sound echoing in his ears.
Xiao Ruo kept swinging the dagger in his hand, feeling his arm growing sore, yet he dared not stop. Just hearing the whole sky filled with whooshing sounds made Xiao Ruo's scalp tingle; he didn't want his body to have close contact with those black lights. While fleeing with Long Feiyun, he blocked the black lights, the clanking sound resounding continuously.
