The sea breeze froze; the roar of the waves stalled.
With the boy's gentle words, the world seemed to freeze for an instant.
It could hardly be called a declaration, much less a warning, yet it was so absolute.
As though he were reciting an eternal, immutable Truth.
But what Luo Bomo personally felt was a terrifying pressure unlike anything he had ever known.
A grim chill rose from the Lihen Sword, spreading soundlessly as the Xuan Ying Form reappeared amid a wail. His lungs and organs felt a phantom stabbing pain, as though he had been cast into an ice cellar.
"You sure talk big, brat."
He laughed softly, yet the sword hilt clenched in his hand creaked, nearly crushed beneath his towering rage.
It was neither arrogance nor madness. He simply believed from the bottom of his heart that he could—and had to—kill the enemy before him.
That pure, nearly flawless resolve drove the swordsman of Yan Jiao into a fury beyond restraint!
"Then come on!"
In that instant, his body rose inch by inch, becoming like an emaciated, hunched Giant. Another pair of pale eyes opened upon his face, while four sharp horns unfurled above his head.
Rebirth Form: Hearn Form!
It was the ghost Hunter of Thousand Isles legend, said to haunt misty nights and dense forests—the humanoid manifestation of Death Forest, fighting with all it had. In response came a ringing sword melody like the roar of a beast. The outline of the Beast of Lihen emerged once more. An Ran gripped his sword, took a resolute step toward his enemy, and murmured softly:
"With this hunt, I offer tribute to the White Deer!"
Boom!
When two White Deer threw themselves fully into a life-and-death struggle, they unleashed a horrifying storm the desolate reef had