"Squeak, squeak..."
Lu Ran stepped on the snow-covered street, making a unique noise with each step.
The eerie stillness before a major battle was truly challenging to endure.
Besides listening to the footsteps of several people, Lu Ran could also hear someone's Night-slaying Great Saber continuously dragging through the snow, leaving behind marks.
However, the Night-slaying Great Saber wasn't in its owner's hand but was slanted on Deng Yuxiang's back.
This continuous snowy trail of saber marks was a result of the saber playfully acting on its own.
It was as if it wanted to rip a huge gash in the earth, leaving nothing unscathed wherever the blade went.
Truly, the saber was as fierce as its owner.
Could this be a plus point?
At least it could sculpt the owner's image, right?
Lu Ran thought to himself as he aimed the camera toward that solitary figure in front.
"Boom, boom!" A sudden roaring sound came from the distance.