Seal

(Mm-hm-ah-ah-ah-ah, two more chapters to go.)

Kashchey looked at the longsword in Bai Ye's hand. He could sense the dangerous aura lingering around its blade—a sword capable of threatening him.

But Kashchey did not panic.

Because the one truly threatened was his true body, not his current consciousness.

No one knew where Kashchey had hidden his true body, so he was practically fearless.

Bai Ye did not know what Kashchey was thinking. He flicked his right hand, spun the sword in a flourish, then charged toward the black mist with Tear of Dawn in hand.

He met none of the resistance he had expected. Bai Ye's sword drove straight through, thrusting directly toward the black mist.

It was as if Kashchey had already given up resisting.

Bai Ye's gaze sharpened. He realized something was wrong.

Something really was wrong. Why was Kashchey doing nothing but watching from the side?

Watching himself get killed?

Bai Ye did not believe this black serpent had given up resisting.

Fortunately, Bai Ye's swordsmanship had already reached the master level, and his control over the force behind his strikes had become effortless.

Moreover, Bai Ye was currently in soul form, making it even easier to control his power. He withdrew most of the force from that thrust and avoided the core of the black mist.

Even so, the sword still plunged solidly into the black mist.

Like a newly forged iron sword being quenched in an icy spring, it let out a sizzling hiss.

The black mist immediately churned violently.

Kashchey's roar came from the center of the black mist.

"So that's how it is..."

The instant his sword struck the black mist, Bai Ye understood why Kashchey had been so confident—this was not his true body at all. It could not even be considered