When the ethereal figure of the white-robed sword immortal appeared behind the him, Xumo's past memories flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
[Stop spacing out! Dodge now!]
A girl's urgent cry echoed in Xumo's mind at this crucial moment.
His pupils snapped back to focus. Realizing he had no time to evade, he instinctively clasped his hands before his chest, attempting to activate a defensive sword formation.
But as the white-robed youth and the sword immortal's afterimage swung their swords together, Xumo had barely formed his defense when he noticed something odd about the sword-drawing youth's position—
"What—?!"
Xumo blinked, unsure when his vision had become confused.
At his side, Yino's eyes flashed with an icy blue afterimage.
In that instant, as the wind howled, the airborne Xumo was engulfed by an overwhelming glacial sword intent.
[Jinyue, you traitor—!!!]