At this moment, neither Mu Fan nor Lu Qingxue had expected Night Ghost's aura to double once again.
Now covered in black-and-white bone armor, Night Ghost truly looked like a zombie skeleton.
Night Ghost's cruel gaze passed over Mu Fan before settling on the cold-tempered Lu Qingxue. He extended his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.
"Ready to enjoy a gluttonous feast of slaughter? Heh heh..."
Night Ghost let his hands hang at his sides as black mist instantly enveloped both claws.
His eyes glowed scarlet like a specter.
Then, from atop the canopy, he stepped forward slowly, carrying terrifying momentum with him.
"How is it?"
Mu Fan stepped in front of Lu Qingxue and held the Dark Gold Short Stick horizontally before his chest.
As for the briefcase, he had casually tossed it onto the ground.
Seeing Mu Fan use his body to protect her, an indescribable glimmer flashed through Lu Qingxue's cold yet beautiful eyes.
Then she firmly shook her head and lowered her hand.
The Stacked Snow Sword traced a beautiful flourish as she stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Mu Fan.
Her sharply defined profile entered Mu Fan's field of vision.
There was no fluctuation in Lu Qingxue's gaze. She merely held the Stacked Snow Sword upright before her, slowly drawing it sideways as two fingers brushed along the blade's spine.
In Mu Fan's spiritual perception, Lu Qingxue's Flame of Fighting Spirit surged up in that instant.
It was an icy sharpness and edge compressed to the extreme.
"The Sword Heart must press forward without hesitation."
"Though fierce battle is like hell, only by taking another step can one reach paradise."
"In this battle, I would rather break than bend. To fight by your side, even if I die... I would have no regrets."