"Ren Feifan, although the opponent possesses the strength of the Wanxiang Realm, don't be afraid. I will assist you with all my might, and you can fight with confidence, knowing that I will support you with all my strength!"
The voice of the Sword Spirit reached his ears, and Ren Feifan returned to reality, almost unable to see anything through the white fog.
He sensed all the dangers around him, but to his surprise, there was not a hint of murderous intent in the fog.
On the contrary, it was as calm as the calm before the storm!
Suddenly, a slender and fair hand was placed on Ren Feifan's shoulder. Ren Feifan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately reversed the grip on his Ancient Legacy Dust Sword, hacking down at the person behind him without caring who it was.
But the sword inexplicably stopped before it could fall, as Ren Feifan's arm had stiffened at that moment.
The one touching his shoulder was actually Xu Shihan.