Chen Yi laughed heartily, the long sword on his back clanging as it was drawn from its sheath. The sound of metal scraping against metal resounded through the mist as his feet barely touched the ground. He charged back into the storm like a black sword!
Yin Tingxue, seeing the overwhelming momentum, became scared and quickly hid behind the door, covering her ears while peeking out with half her head.
The dark clouds rolled, black as the sea. Jagged, winding lines forcefully tore through the cloud ocean layer by layer. Beneath its enormous dragon body, the sky shifted between light and darkness due to the lightning, while the Taoist figure danced in and out, seemingly treading on the electric light, wielding his sword.
