The fear that originates from the depths of the heart swept across everyone present. This was not brought to them by the girl, but rather the primitive nature of humans, just like the innate fear of darkness in the primitive era.
They feared 'fear' itself, and at the source of that fear, the girl stood solitary, with a blade raised.
Chichu Chun seemed to inhale the world's entire air into her lungs, her breath and stance firm, as crimson spider-like eyes opened behind her. She slowly raised her standardized long sword, aligning it with her shoulder, the blade pointing directly at Solomon.
Both moved simultaneously, in a manner beyond human comprehension. Shadows surged outward from the center like a wave, engulfing the battlefield; they appeared simultaneously at every corner of the shadow; appearing within the shadow, then swallowed by the shadow waves; in the blink of an eye, they reappeared elsewhere, blades clashing, the glint of swords and knives!
Swish——
