Under Luo Zheng's rapid charge, he was like an arrow loosed from a bow, shooting forward at astonishing speed!
The black shadow was no slower. Its eyes, shrouded in baleful intent, vanished in an instant—clearly, it had changed direction. Almost at the same time, it too raced forward.
The distance between them never narrowed by the slightest bit.
It was as though the black shadow had also cultivated Eight Twists Flying Smoke, allowing it to maintain a distance of more than ten zhang between them at all times.
Luo Zheng knew that was fundamentally impossible. The principles behind Eight Twists Flying Smoke determined that the distance could not be too great. For example, he could currently control the distance at three inches; with continued mastery, he might reach five inches or even farther, but it was impossible to reach ten zhang.
As one pursued the other, the terrain around them gradually changed.
One round hole after another appeared across the ground. Each hole was roughly three chi wide, and baleful intent kept billowing out from within, like intermittent fountains erupting one after another—only what sprayed forth was not spring water, but baleful intent.
Because of this, the baleful intent grew denser and denser, until he could barely see anything right in front of him!
In such an environment, Luo Zheng could no longer lock onto the black shadow. Before long, he lost it completely...
"I can't find it." Luo Zheng stopped in his tracks.
Xun floated behind him, surveying the surroundings. Her face was filled with shock as she said, "I never imagined there would be such a strange sight within Slaughter Sword Mountain. How was this formed?"
Xun's knowledge was certainly far broader than Luo Zheng's. Even she was stunned by the scene before her.
"Pop, pop, pop..."
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