The Sword Light slowly dissipated, and in the next second, the glow of teleportation flashed.
Walter sat in his original spot, his face ashen. Yes, his original spot. He stared down at Qin Tian, who was sighing faintly below, the fear in Walter's eyes growing more intense. Just now, it was so close. I nearly got slashed by the Sword Light! If I hadn't managed to release a Water Jet at the last moment, piercing Qin Tian's forehead—exposed because he was attacking—and killing him first, I would have been the one to lose. Recalling the immense fear of that enormous Sword Light, so close... for the first time, I doubt my own power...
It seems... I can be defeated. I can be killed...
The fleeting thought passed through Walter's mind. He looked up at Tang Haofei, who was relaxed and calm above, and then at Wen Yu, who waited with his eyes closed, rapidly adjusting his breathing.
