battle was no longer in doubt. To linger even for a moment would mean not only risking his physical body but also the very possibility of his soul being extinguished. Especially now that the opponent...red in a layer of faint black smoke, adding a touch of mystery. The Flying Sword was already very solid, and in the air, it clashed with the Scorpion Patterned Whip like two ferocious pythons, biting...