"How many times can you hide?"
Thousand Faces snorted coldly. He and his clone moved in perfect synchronization, each drawing a long black sword at the same time.
The moment the swords appeared, sword intent surged skyward like a rising tide. The clouds above were torn apart, swept clean by the sharp and tyrannical sword intent.
Thousand Faces and his clone raised their swords at the same time.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Black sword intent shot out in dense streams, tearing through the air as they stabbed toward Ethan's vital points—throat, heart, brow, abdomen—each strike precise, ruthless, and lethal.
The black vortex distorted the surrounding space, interfering with Ethan's movement and perception. His figure flickered within the compressed area, dodging again and again, like a shadow dancing within a storm.
Boo hoo hoo hoo—!
Sword intent raged wildly, shredding the air. The lake below churned violently as if boiling, waves exploding outward.
