This muffled sound was like thunder exploding from the skies, rolling down to the earth, and then stealthily traveling along the ground, causing it to tremble.
Everyone instinctively held their breath.
And Xue Xian, who was chasing after Yu Wenye, had already made up his mind to not turn back until he had cleaved him under his blade. Yet he also instinctively sensed danger approaching, a danger he had never experienced before.
He instinctively turned his head, looking behind from over his shoulder.
He saw in the center of the army formation, torn apart by Shantong'er and Nie Chong, on that avenue bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, a tall black shadow suddenly appeared, charging towards him!
It was—
Xue Xian's eyes widened suddenly, seeing that the black shadow stretched extraordinarily long under the slanting sunset, almost enveloping him the moment it appeared in his vision, resembling a sharp blade that pierced into his eyes.
