The white-haired old man sensed the sickle that Ye Wutian had just conjured in his hand; the death aura emanating from the sickle filled him with terror.
Ye Wutian didn't hesitate for a second, raising the sickle and slashing towards the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man reacted quickly, swiftly drawing his sword to block in front of him.
"Clang!"
The sickle heavily chopped down on the ninja sword, its attack forcefully halted by the ninja sword.
However, before the white-haired old man could catch his breath, the sickle suddenly twisted bizarrely, morphing into a spirit snake and lunging directly toward the white-haired man.
The white-haired old man gasped in cold air, hurriedly channeling a formidable power into his ninja sword.
"Boom!"
With a blast, the white-haired old man used the force to retreat backward, narrowly evading the sickle's attack.
After retreating several meters, he flickered into a nearby earth spike.
