The cold moon hung high, casting its chilling light over a patch of the outskirts of the Monster Mountain Range. Scarface swung his giant saber with all his might, but the exact instant the blade was about to fall, Chen Yingjian vanished from the edge of the blade into the void like a phantom. Scarface was struck dumb with astonishment; his pupils contracted sharply, and his mind raced as he desperately tried to figure out how this bizarre event had just occurred.
The giant saber crashed violently into the ground, sending up countless clods of earth and debris. Trees and grass were ripped out by the roots, dancing chaotically through the air. The soil was swept up as if by a gale, leaving the earth in a chaotic mess. A nearby stream was severed, its waters spilling everywhere as layers of yellow mud were churned up.
At that moment, Scarface suddenly felt a bone-chilling, ghostly breeze at his back—a coldness that pierced straight to his soul. Every hair on his body stood on end, and an unprecedented wave of unease surged through him. A sharp intuition blared like a shrill alarm bell in his mind. But tragically, all his spiritual energy had been poured into the giant saber; right now, he was frozen in place, utterly unable to dodge.
Chapter 34