Feng Duo's footwork was nimble as the wind, her figure elusive. Wielding her sword with light, agile strokes, she moved effortlessly through the gaps between the overlapping blade shadows.
At the same time, her left hand unleashed fierce, overbearing punches at intervals. Each punch seemed precisely calculated, striking from the trickiest, most unexpected angle at the exact instant Mo Xinfei's previous force was spent and his next had yet to build, repeatedly thwarting his offensive and forcing him to defend.
After only a few dozen exchanges, Mo Xinfei had already suffered three or four wounds of varying depths. Pitch-black demonic qi continually seeped from them, and his aura visibly weakened.
Shocked and furious, Mo Xinfei abruptly exerted his strength and leaped back several yards.
Immediately afterward, he opened his mouth and spat out a churning cloud of life-bound demon soul mist as black as night. Countless vengeful souls seemed to shriek within it as it swept toward Feng Duo, blotting out the sky.
At the same time, his figure flickered like a phantom, and he appeared silently behind Feng Duo, thrusting his bone blade straight at the vital point in her back.
This was a desperate killing move he had unleashed at the cost of his own essence. He had thought this strike would surely secure his victory.
Yet Feng Duo had anticipated it. The instant the demon soul mist reached her, a ring of incomparably fierce force erupted before her, violently dispersing the black mist of vengeful souls rushing toward her.
Almost simultaneously, she spun and twisted at the waist. Her sword became a straight streak of cold light as she thrust it out, its tip meeting the point of the bone blade attacking from behind with perfect precision.
With an explosive clang, violent force surged backward along the