Mu Hanyan suddenly had a feeling that she seemed to have experienced this scene somewhere before, as if in a dream, as if in a past life, as if countless reincarnations ago, so vivid yet so distant.
But after sizing up Yi Xingtian once more, Mu Hanyan was certain that she had never encountered such an opponent, nor experienced such a scenario.
"Xingtian, Sword Chant, Divine's Sigh!" Yi Xingtian made her move.
In an instant, sword light burst forth from the longsword, unleashing an endless killing intent. The sword chant also became high-pitched and mournful, as if countless resentful spirits from an ancient battlefield were shouting with anger and unwillingness.
This sword was evidently stronger than the one from yesterday; the killing intent penetrated the body, inducing unprecedented fear in everyone, and their Qi was so suppressed it was difficult to circulate.
