"Death God's Seven Absolutes, Sorrow of Death, Purification of Death..." The Death God Scythe swung in Sheng Cai'er's hands, tracing streaks of clear, pure white through the air.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe and Angel Holy Sword in Huo Yuhao's hands kept blocking Sheng Cai'er's attacks. Sounds like shattering porcelain echoed across the battlefield, produced by the weapons colliding.
Sheng Cai'er was extremely fast. Without the perspective afforded by Spiritual Detection, Huo Yuhao would have found it difficult to keep up with her attacks using his eyes alone.
At the same time, Huo Yuhao noticed something unusual. Only Sheng Cai'er was attacking him, while Long Haochen and the others were nowhere to be seen. Although he had Spiritual Detection to help him, he devoted most of his attention to dealing with Sheng Cai'er's attacks.
Still, Huo Yuhao knew that Long Haochen was certainly waiting for an opportunity to attack him. Another streak of clear, pure white swept past. This was Sheng Cai'er's fifth swing.
Yet in the face of her attacks, Huo Yuhao merely retreated again and again, revealing no openings. As Long Haochen's transmitted voice reached her ears, Sheng Cai'er nodded slightly.
Then the Death God Scythe in Sheng Cai'er's hands began to hum. A white aura gathered behind her, and pure Purification Power converged upon her body. The Death God Scythe in her hands responded as well.
At that moment, fierce winds rose all around, as though proclaiming the arrival of some presence. Along with the sand and dust swirling toward him were snowflakes formed by the cold the Ice Crystal Phoenix had brought earlier.
Although there were only a few scattered snowflakes, they lent the moment a touch of desolation. But Huo Yuhao saw them differently. A snowflake landed on the back of his hand without melting.
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