"Such a young age, yet so sharp-tongued."
The fog grew denser, the voice ephemeral and uncertain, even its shadow turned eerie and unpredictable, manifesting in different directions.
"Hmph!"
Li Yan slowly drew out the Soul-breaking Blade and looked all around, mocking without manners, "Aged indeed, but all that remains is tough talk!"
Pfft!
Behind him, Sha Lifei couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Yan, after all, he's an elderly predecessor and moreover, he's close to death. Be a bit more respectful in your words."
Both verbally mocked, yet their eyes were full of caution.
Li Yan activated his Divine Skills; taste and hearing became chaotic, a plethora of flavors, a multitude of noises, impossible to discern the other's whereabouts.
Sha Lifei had already aimed his firearm, ready to fire at any moment.
However, despite having wonderful methods and firearms, it was futile if they couldn't hit anyone.