A period of time passed.
The entire forest grew even darker, vaguely oppressive, with giant trees swaying gently under the night sky, resembling fierce demons with outstretched claws.
Jiang Shi focused on fleeing forward, suddenly hearing the urgent yet faint sound of wind in his ears, and swiftly looked up.
Upon the massive canopy appeared two silhouettes clad in black, incredibly fast, eyes icy, silent, wielding long swords that unsheathed like lightning, swiftly falling toward Jiang Shi like a whirlwind.
Jiang Shi did not evade, his hefty Zen staff swung mightily, hitting each one of the assassins squarely, two loud bangs echoing as they spewed blood wildly, flying out and dying a pitiful death.
Simultaneously, the assassins' long swords stabbed into him, producing clanging sounds and leaving two shallow red marks, while a fierce Sword Qi surged into Jiang Shi's body, causing him once again to be overwhelmed with Qi and blood.
He paid no heed and continued to run forward.
