SWISH—!
A silent, yet incomparably sharp, blade of light seemed to emerge from the void, sweeping past the exact spot where the two of them had just been standing!
Wherever the blade of light passed, it sliced an invisible fissure through the air, barely discernible to the naked eye. On the hard ground, it left a gash half a foot deep and as smooth as a mirror—a shocking sight!
Chu Fan's heart went cold. Without a moment's hesitation, he whipped his head around to look.
Not far to his right, atop the ruins of a collapsed tower, a woman in a bronze mask was standing silently. It was impossible to know when she had appeared.
Her figure was tall and elegant, her long black dress perfectly still amidst the swirling smoke and dust, like a cold, unmoving statue.
She held a longsword as thin as a cicada's wing and as clear as autumn waters. Its blade glinted with a sinister coldness in the dim light.
