By the riverbank, wild grass flourished.
"Empty" fishhook met the "Empty" Old Demon Duan, hesitating for a moment.
If the fishhook's emptiness resembled the unreachable starry sky, then Duan Yun, as a whole, seemed like the entire earth, having merged with it.
If one were to describe it, from a high vantage point, it would be like a fishhook facing a marmot emerging endlessly from its burrow, its body mesmerizingly elusive.
This was truly a battle between two air forces.
But that fishhook couldn't float in the air forever, and Duan Yun's figure couldn't remain on the ground, barely discernible.
Just then, the fishhook suddenly spun, astonishingly agile.
The spinning fishhook turned, the attached fishing line followed suit, its speed incredibly fast.
In a split second, the line in the air transformed into a whirlwind, not just a line and a hook.
The next moment, the rotating whirlwind descended.
