"Danger!"
Zhou Yingting's hair stood on end; he realized the danger instinctively.
Clang!
Stuffing the box into his arms without thinking, Zhou Yingting drew the Han Sword in his hand and unleashed the Startled Swan.
As the Startled Swan was unleashed, Zhou Yingting, who should have seen the glow on the sword, saw nothing.
This scene made cold sweat instantly drip down Zhou Yingting's face.
This ghostly thing is so powerful? It even covered the glow of the Jinghong Sword!
A sense of dread rose in Zhou Yingting's heart. After gathering his strength for six seconds, Zhou Yingting thrust forward based on instinct.
"Bang!"
Hearing a slight sound, it seemed that something was broken open by Zhou Yingting, followed by a sudden flash of light.
Feeling the light again brought a moment of joy to Zhou Yingting's heart, and he instinctively turned to look back.
