The cold snort was followed by a burst of soul power, which dispersed the Cold Poison that had seeped into Mu Rong's body. But he was a moment too slow.
Zhang Lanfeng was right there.
Mu Rong had been waiting for this very moment.
He didn't attack the shadowy figure. Instead, relying on his keen instincts as a warrior, he twisted his body in the darkness and, somehow, formed an ice blade in his hand. He slashed viciously toward the empty space behind his left side!
Clang!
A crisp ring of metal!
The ice blade collided with a blade that had appeared out of nowhere, sending sparks flying.
The black-clad man's figure lurched backward, a trace of shock crossing his eyes.
He had never expected an ordinary Demon Blade to break through his Soul Venerable-grade soul skill!
But Mu Rong's counterattack had only just begun!
As the ice blade was deflected, the Ice Phoenix martial soul behind him let out a piercing shriek. Its thick tail tore through the air with a whistling rush, lashing viciously toward the black-clad man's abdomen!
The black-clad man's pupils contracted. He tried to dodge, but there wasn't enough time. He could only hurriedly pour his soul power into his waist.
Crack!
A muffled thud!
The black-clad man was sent flying by that tail, tumbling across the ground before finally coming to a stop after rolling several times.
"Cough, cough... You're looking for death!"
He struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he glared at Mu Rong, his expression full of rage.
To think he'd been ambushed by an ordinary Demon Blade!
What a shock!
But Mu Rong's reply was an even more frenzied attack!
He didn't give the black-clad man a moment to recover. His whole body turned