"Nonsense!"
"The problem now is, how do we dispel this 'mist'!"
"Where is its source?"
Hanakaiin Itsuki raised his hand and swung his sword.
The roaring freezing Sword Qi knocked down the black arrows flying in from all directions.
These arrows, entirely black, turned into black 'fog' upon hitting the ground, merging back into the surrounding 'mist'.
Meanwhile, the spreading frost stopped Hanakaiin Rō's movements for a moment.
This was the opportunity Hanakaiin Haru had been waiting for.
A burst of strength erupted from his shoulders, propelling him like a cannonball toward Hanakaiin Rō.
Bang!
A direct, unembellished collision.
Between Hanakaiin Rō's body and Hanakaiin Haru's fist, a layer of black 'fog' formed a barrier.
Hanakaiin Rō's body flew backward.
But Hanakaiin Rō suffered no actual injury.
On the contrary, Hanakaiin Haru gasped heavily for breath.
Seeing this, Hanakaiin Itsuki's mouth curled slightly.
