Outnumbering the Few

The Black Giant Scythe in the Lich Old Man's hand came slashing down, ready to end Qiekafu's life.

The next moment, however, the scythe blade passed through a cloud of black mist and buried itself deep in the ground, sinking nearly half a meter into the earth.

Qiekafu had shifted five or six meters away as if he had teleported. He stood in the open space, breathing lightly as he watched the Lich Old Man with wary eyes.

The Lich Old Man was surprised at first. He glanced at the Black Giant Scythe deeply embedded in the soil, then at Qiekafu, who had somehow evaded the attack. A trace of disdain appeared on his face, and he sneered. "So it was Soul Walk. Heh, what a pity—you're still not very proficient with it. Why not let me teach you how this spell is supposed to be cast?"

Hearing the Lich Old Man's words, Qiekafu's pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to retreat.

But the Lich Old Man moved faster. Abandoning the Black Giant Scythe, he took a step forward and vanished into thin air. When his foot came down, he had crossed the entire distance between himself and Qiekafu and appeared right in front of him.

"Si Ya!"

The Lich Old Man barked an obscure, incomprehensible syllable. Black light enveloped his body, and his fists, carrying terrifying force, smashed heavily toward Qiekafu.

Qiekafu's expression turned incomparably grave. Dazzling golden light emerged from both his hands, forming fists of light that met the Lich Old Man's attack, ready to block it.

Bang! Bang!

Two dull impacts rang out. The Lich Old Man and Qiekafu's four fists collided, and for an instant, they seemed evenly matched.

But the very next second, with a thud, Qiekafu took a vicious blow to the left