Four propellers—could this thing actually fly?
For some reason, this ridiculous thought kept flashing through my mind from time to time. It was funny, but now was no time to laugh.
I had not been far from the edge of the building to begin with, only about four or five meters away. Now, every time I shuffled backward, I retreated nearly half a meter, but... Knife Five had no intention of letting me off. Each slash came faster than the last, and I could even hear the sound of the blade slicing through the air.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!"
There was an interval between the first three strikes, but by the fourth and fifth, I could no longer hear any gap at all. Knife Five's body had practically spun into a top, and his rapidly whirling blades were like an electric fan, their cold gleam dazzling!
Although I could barely make them out, that alone was not enough. I had no choice but to keep shuffling backward. I did not even have a chance to swing my blade anymore. This move was actually that powerful?
After retreating seven or eight steps in a row, I stared at the top whose blade-light had become almost impossible to see and began thinking nonstop about how to counterattack. However... when I retreated again, my rear foot suddenly felt the ground give way.
There was... nothing behind me?
I was stunned for the briefest moment, and that sharp blade swept toward me.
At that instant, time seemed to freeze. I watched clearly as that sharp knuckle blade came straight across toward my waist. Now... either I would be cut down by a single slash, or I would fall.
But... I did not want to lose just like this.
Several dozen meters below me was