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Zhou Qiubai used his soul power to violently snap the vines wrapped around his feet, his figure shuttling through the thick fog like lightning.

This was not blind evasion, but judging the sound of each attack in advance through his hearing.

Yang Guyun was listening as well. What reached his ears was not the sound of attacks, but Zhou Qiubai's familiar footsteps.

That kind of tacit understanding let them coordinate seamlessly even after losing their sight.

However, staying on the defensive like this was no long-term plan.

Zhou Qiubai abruptly stopped. White Clothes Sword slipped quietly into his left hand, while his right hand slowly rose.

Second soul skill, Dustless.

Sword qi instantly turned into a ring, rippling outward from him in every direction.

The dense fog was pushed back by the impact of the sword qi, visibly thinning at a rapid pace.

The Cyan Light Orb tried to gather the fog again, but Dustless's trait was continuous dispersal. The moment the fog formed, it was easily blown apart by the sword qi once more.

In less than three breaths, the thick fog on the stone platform had vanished completely.

Taking advantage of these rare three breaths, he quickly caught the movement pattern of the eight light orbs.

The light orbs seemed to move without any order, but in truth, they had always been rotating in an orderly fashion around the eight stone pillars at the edge of the platform, and the distance between every two light orbs remained constant.

Thus, his sword had already struck—not at the light orbs themselves, but precisely into the gap between two of them.

That gap was the only position the light orbs could not cover for one another while moving. The tip of White Clothes Sword accurately passed through the opening less than