Li Xingluo and Xiao Yi Xian were in a forest shrouded in poisonous miasma, the air around them thick with tension.
Poison birds hissed, their wings beating the air as they swooped toward them.
Li Xingluo's eyes gleamed with determination as he circulated his battle qi, an invisible force enveloping his entire body.
He swung the sword in his hand, battle qi gathering along its blade and shining with a dazzling radiance.
A poison bird dove at him. He twisted aside to evade it, then swept his blade forward, sending the bird flying with the force of his battle qi.
Seeing this, the other poison birds attacked even more frantically. Yet his movements were nimble, his swordsmanship flowing like drifting clouds and running water as he drove them back one by one.
The poison birds' feathers shot toward him like arrows. He danced his blade, forming a shield of battle qi that blocked every last one.
His footwork was agile and unpredictable, his figure weaving through the poison birds like a ghost. Every swing of his sword carried fierce battle qi, keeping the birds from getting close.
As the battle continued, his battle qi grew stronger and his swordsmanship more refined. The poison birds' attacks were gradually neutralized, while his counterattacks threw them into panic.
In the end, he unleashed a powerful battle skill and slaughtered a large flock of poison birds. He panted heavily as he looked at the scattered feathers around him, with not a trace of joy at victory on his face.
The poison birds seemed endless, impossible to kill completely. Wave after wave rushed at them as though they did not value their lives.
Li Xingluo shuddered at the sight. If this continued, once their battle qi was exhausted, they would eventually become food for the