Demon's [III]

Due to the aura of the sword, the whole area was affected and the impending rain was forced to fall earlier. A downpour that wetted the three men's faces.

Kevin's eyes grew cold. It was no longer as simple as a treasure hunt when his heart began beating in anxiety.

He made the feather move in for the kill. It whooshed towards Han Li at a speed he could never react. But a second later, they slowed down.

A shining red sword flashed in his gaze and before his very eyes. Like a dance of swordplay, the feathers were parried to the side. The feathers were as strong as steel or it would have been cut in two.

Kevin immediately looked back at where he threw the sword. It was no longer there.

It had reached back Han Li when he was speaking and hesitating.