As the words fell, the dark grey vines wrapped around Shao Zifeng's waist and flung him forward.
Clang!
The Whale Horn Blade unsheathed, its icy blue blade covered with exquisite Ice Flowers. Shao Zifeng, peering through the thinning mist, saw several monsters raising their claws at him.
Hiss—
Shao Zifeng swung his blade down, and as the ice elements were drained from his body, several shadows of the Whale Horn Blade emerged. The monsters, slightly startled, prepared to block. At the same time, Shao Zifeng reversed his grip on the blade, pressing the back of the blade against his arm. The sharp edge sliced through the skin of the monsters as his wrist shook continuously.
With a crisp "ding," the mirage of the blocking blade shattered into ice fragments, scattering across the bewildered faces of the monsters. By the time they reacted and tried to attack Shao Zifeng, he had already changed directions with the help of the vines and continued to bring his blade down.
