On this battlefield, the situation shifted unpredictably.
The fighting on the ground raged like a blazing fire, with their side gaining the advantage. In the air, Cheng Yun could hold out with the enhancement from her current state, but Chen Xiaojun alone faced an increasingly dire predicament.
Just two or three minutes earlier, Xiao Yi had intercepted Shadow Butterfly, while Chen Xiaojun had already raced into the entrance of the valley ahead.
Like an agile leopard, Chen Xiaojun darted and leaped between the mountain walls, his movements nimble and powerful. One moment he crouched low; the next he sprang into the air.
The Blood Sickle Soul Saint pursued him like an inseparable shadow, an enormous scythe in hand. Less than thirty meters separated them.
The speed of Chen Xiaojun's footwork was exceptional, but only compared to others of his rank. Against a powerful opponent, it fell somewhat short. Rather than widening the gap between himself and the Blood Sickle Soul Saint, he had let it shrink a little.
As he ran, Chen Xiaojun's heart pounded violently in his chest. He could feel sweat sliding down his skin, bringing faint traces of coolness.
A crazed gleam flickered in the Blood Sickle Soul Saint's eyes, and his every breath carried the rhythm of slaughter.
Their heartbeats echoed through the silent valley, becoming its only melody.
The Blood Sickle Soul Saint kept his gaze fixed on Chen Xiaojun as he darted and leaped ahead. His voice was cold and merciless. "You're seeking your own death. You can't blame anyone else."
As his words fell, he activated "Third Soul Skill-Blood Shadow Frenzied Slash!"
A purple Soul Ring flared instantly, as though unleashing an ominous portent.
He swung his arm fiercely, sending out scarlet blade shadows in an instant. Like a dozen bloodthirsty phantoms, they