Zhao You held the bone sword as he slowly advanced towards Qin Chuan. The pale bone sword emitted an eerie and chilling white light, as if it were not an entity, but condensed from the very concept of "death" itself. Before the sword edge arrived, the absolute silence and all-ending aura had already spread, seemingly twisting and dimming the surrounding light.
On Qin Chuan's face, a trace of solemnity and apprehension also appeared involuntarily, but soon he laughed again, with a hint of ridicule and relief in his smile.
"Bluffing? Do you think I, Qin Chuan, would enter the fray without absolute confidence, to engage in a grueling battle with you here? — They are coming!"
What?! For the first time, a crack appeared in Zhao You's eternally cold expression, revealing surprise. At this moment, he suddenly noticed a bizarre change in the surrounding environment!
