In the Stone Forest, the battle erupted without warning. For a moment, immense mana surged, causing whirlwinds to blow and scatter the stones on the ground.
Zhao Sheng roared, forming a seal with his hands. A green-glowing longsword gathered abruptly above his head, flying towards Chen Nan. The sword light tore through the air, and the sound of breaking wind echoed urgently.
Meanwhile, the longsword in Feng Jie's hand flew into the air, instantly transforming into countless sword shadows, falling like raindrops. Each sword shadow carried a terrifying sharpness.
But when their attacks landed, they found they had hit nothing; Chen Nan was already no longer in his original position.
"Watch out!"
Feng Jie suddenly noticed a figure appear behind Zhao Sheng and instinctively shouted out a warning.
Unfortunately, his warning came too late.
