At that thought, Yin Kuang immediately felt his blood begin to boil.
Jordan was right. This was a feast of blood—not only others' blood, but his own as well!
Yin Kuang's body abruptly dropped, turning into a streak of light as he descended to the ground. After identifying the direction by sound, he headed to his right. The sounds of battle coming from there were the fiercest.
After advancing roughly fifty paces across the thick snow, his gaze pierced the barrier of the raging blizzard, vaguely making out shifting black figures and energy blasts of every color. Naturally, the symphony of battle played merrily: screams, furious roars, and the clash of energy blades and swords rang without end.
Suddenly, a black-clad figure shot over from that direction and crashed into the ground with a bang, plowing a long white trail through the snow.
"Roar! Bastard!" The man howled furiously. The moment he got to his feet, he sensed something strange behind him and spun around sharply, only to see Yin Kuang walking toward him step by step. He immediately let out a roar like that of a bear. "I'll tear you apart!" Before his words had even faded, he charged forward. The claws on both hands streaked ten white trails through the air, sweeping aside the surrounding blizzard.
Such a farce as mistaking the wrong person naturally could not happen between Axis-Condensation stage students. In an instant, both sides confirmed each other's identity: enemy!
That man was extremely fast, but in Yin Kuang's eyes, his speed was like a tape played in slow motion—utterly sluggish. Yin Kuang naturally had no interest in testing the other man's strength with his own body. He took a fierce step forward, making the ground tremble lightly beneath his foot. Then he twisted his body,