"Ready!"
The recorder let out a low growl.
Xu Yanxing, holding the Broken Blade, immediately tensed up.
He clenched his teeth.
Perhaps because he was concentrating so intensely, his vision ahead had already grown blurry, while the chill behind him had become exceptionally clear. He seemed to see the Vicious Ghost in the portrait extending its hand and brushing it through the air.
It was a sixth sense.
Indescribable.
Unexplainable.
Even ordinary people occasionally experienced it.
Although Xu Yanxing was now no different from an ordinary person on the surface, his body was actually that of an Evil Spirit. Some supernatural instincts had unexpectedly been awakened now that his mind was stretched taut to its limit.
But he had no time to carefully experience this sensation.
The recorder's countdown had already begun.
"Three!"
Xu Yanxing tightened his grip on the blade.
"Two!"
His knees bent slightly. He felt his adrenaline flooding through him, while a strange aura brewed inside his body, rumbling like a volcano before its eruption.
The β20 grafted onto him seemed to be undergoing some kind of fusion with him.
But with all his attention focused, he failed to notice it.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
Perhaps because he had lost the supernatural power he could rely on, or perhaps because its loss had made his mind even more sensitive, he felt more tense than ever before.
His body began to tremble slightly. It was a spontaneous vibration brought on by excited muscles.
"One!"
Accompanied by the recorder's final roar.
Xu Yanxing felt all the sounds beside his ears become vague, while every scene before his eyes grew incredibly sluggish.
He could clearly see the changes on the white-haired man's face.
His eyelids closed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes overlapped, his facial skin