In a certain part of the forest, a shadowy figure moved through constantly like a specter.
Wherever it passed, swords flashed, and the black-clothed martial artists met their demise.
Harvesting lives seemed to be nothing but a simple task under his sword.
Suddenly, the rapid movement of the figure abruptly stopped.
"Hmm?" The figure that had been rapidly moving and reaping the black-clothed martial artists' lives was, of course, Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi let out a soft sound of surprise, and a strong sense of impending doom welled up in his heart.
In his powerful perception, certain auras within the forest, as well as the traces of martial arts power, were changing in an extremely mysterious way.
No, they were not just changing; they were completely going berserk.
"What's going on?" Xiao Yi frowned, "The auras are chaotic and going berserk, and the martial arts power is skyrocketing..."
