Confused.
Baffled.
The more Mo Rong saw the greater his befuddlement became, until it eventually transformed into pure shock.
Swish!
Swish!
Mu Fan’s saber attacked him and he dodged to the side. Fei Yin’s sword then coordinated perfectly and attack him from a blind angle. It was criminal how their attacks were so in-sync.
“Ugh.”
Mo Rong grunted as Mu Fan and Fei Yin made a joint attack that forced him to retreat.
His entire body transformed into black robes that twist and turn in the air as it headed for the throne. His figure soon landed on top of the throne’s steps with his robes fluttering to a stop.
Mu Fan and Fei Yin paused their attacks and moved back towards Li Shen and the others that were approaching.
Mo Rong’s expression was ugly.
His gaze landed on Mu Fan.
‘Impossible!’
He yelled internally, he simply couldn’t help himself. As Mu Fan attacked him with that sheathed saber, his senses told him of its true nature.