He tapped his finger lightly.
His invisible Spiritual Power formed a sharp sword, which he casually swung in the direction of the sound.
"Ngh..."
A muffled grunt of pain echoed in the darkness.
All the vines instantly exploded into pieces.
A man who had been running frantically stopped dead in his tracks, as if he'd been dealt a heavy blow, and crashed hard onto the asphalt road.
The fall was fast and heavy, his skin scraping violently against the ground, leaving a long, bloody trail.
Ignoring the wounds on his body, the man endured the pain and struggled back to his feet, trying to chase after his target.
Under the gloomy night sky, a few streetlights flickered. A light breeze swept by. Besides the light-blue shards of Ice scattered on the ground, there was no one in sight.
'Who the hell is this guy? His Spiritual Power is incredible... I couldn't even block one casual strike, cough, cough. That little delay means I've probably already lost him.'
