Zhao Deyi soared into the sky, paying no attention to how others viewed him. With a flick of his sleeve, he flew towards Qi Tian's direction. As he flew, he maneuvered his flying sword around the perimeter of the dense black fog that enveloped Qi Tian, seeking an opportune moment to attack.
Under Zhao Deyi's control, the flying sword behaved like a venomous snake, its mouth agape, baring its fangs, ready to lunge and land a vicious bite at any moment.
Qi Tian hid within the black fog, using the sensing functionality of the Heavenly Dao Engine to monitor every movement of the flying sword, looking for the right chance to counter it.
After observing for a while, Qi Tian had to admit that, with the techniques he currently commanded, inflicting serious damage on the flying sword in a short time was extraordinarily difficult.