Chapter 62 (2/2)

A calm voice sounded without a ripple.

Under Liu Baohui's surprised gaze, Lin Lichuan's long sword suddenly disintegrated, silently turned into countless fog, fluttered and dispersed, suspended around him, and flowed slowly like water.

In Lin Lichuan's hands, only the bare hilt was left.

”The blade... Is gone?”

Liu Baohui looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

What's going on?

Not that move?

Somehow, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

However, there was not much room for him to think at this time. With Lin Lichuan's eyes, the fog around him seemed to be under Invisible traction, sweeping towards him like a hurricane.

The dense fog seemed to be no threat, but Liu Baohui did not dare to take it lightly. He immediately flapped his wings and retreated quickly. At the same time, he waved his claws to tear the air, pulled out several claw shock waves, and roared at the floating fog.

However, after hitting the fog, the claw shock wave penetrated directly, tearing only a few gaps. Even so, these gaps were made up by the rest of the fog in a few seconds.

”Damn it!” Liu Baohui was surprised and angry, and whispered a few curses.

Suddenly, he glanced at his right hand from the corner of his eye and found that the fog had surrounded him at some time.

”When?” a look of horror appeared on Liu Baohui's face.

However, when the shock anger returned to the shock anger, he could not stop the fog. Even if his two claws waved wildly and created a nearly airtight claw curtain around him, he still could not prevent the fog from infecting his body.

In just two or three seconds, Liu Baohui's whole lower body had been shrouded in fog, and was still spreading rapidly upward. His body was about to be completely submerged

He felt a sudden thump in his heart and couldn't help showing a look of despair on his face. However, after waiting for a second, he was stunned to find that there was no abnormality in the body in contact with the fog, and the expected toxic and corrosive situation of the fog didn't happen.

”Is it just ordinary fog? Is that guy bluffing?”

Liu Baohui immediately turned his head and looked at Lin Lichuan. He happened to see the latter raise the bare handle of the knife and wave it violently.

”What is he doing?”

The thought of doubt flashed through Liu Baohui's mind, which became the last thought in his life. In the next moment, he felt that his neck wrapped by the fog was cool, and his vision whirled steeply. Before he could regain clarity, the endless darkness was like the tide, which drowned his consciousness in an instant.

Poop!

The head fell heavily to the ground, and the headless body in the air immediately behind it also fell to the ground, throwing up a large amount of dust with a bang.

The fog in the air quickly retracted to Lin Lichuan and condensed into the shape of the blade on the hilt.

At the same time, a large number of white fog suddenly appeared around, drowning the whole field of vision. When the white fog dissipated and the field of vision regained its clarity, Lin Lichuan found that he was no longer in the arena, but transferred to a spacious courtyard. It could be vaguely seen that he should be in a villa and manor.

At his feet lie the bodies of Li Jichao and Liu Baohui.

Not far away, a group of people were looking at him in horror.