In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
The disciple from the Demon Mystery Sect, repeatedly attacked by numerous tendrils, finally could not suppress the annoyance in his heart. After a loud shout, his body was instantly shrouded in rolling black auras as he blurred his hands and transformed them into a mass of intertwining palm shadows, annihilating all the nearby blood-colored tendrils with a single slap.
The eagle-faced man sat cross-legged at a low altitude, his eyes sparkling with sharpness. In front of him, a hexagonal silver mirror rotated endlessly, occasionally emitting beams of silver light.
Wherever the silver beams swept, the blood-colored tendrils collapsed upon contact and could not harm the eagle-faced man at all.
Near the eagle-faced man, Xue Pan held a white blade, his figure flickering constantly, leaving a trail of white afterimages as he stirred up a series of blade shadows, ruthlessly chopping towards the gathering tendrils.