"We'll hold him off, you go and help Roddy knock out Liu Bei!"
As Roddy passed by Zhao Yun, half of his body had already taken shape while the other half was still in a state of black mist. He whispered to Zhao Yun, "Within thirty seconds, otherwise Liu Bei dies!"
Guan Yu's blade had just swung down but struck the black mist that Roddy had transformed into.
The mist seemed tangible yet intangible; although the edge of the blade managed to cut into it, it felt like slashing through a clump of paste.
The black mist swiftly extended downwards along the handle of the blade, swallowing the surrounding frost qi until only a thin layer was left.
"Dare to be so brazen, demon!" Seeing the black mist creeping along the handle towards himself, Guan Yu bellowed and vibrated the blade. The vibration sent the black mist scattering.
But it was only for a moment. The black mist quickly reformed and rolled towards Guan Yu.