"Come, you try taking one of my strikes too!" Tu Shanxue swung her arm, sending a colossal pitch-black spear shadow crashing down toward Seven Kills.
From the moment Tu Shanxue seized the spear to the instant the spear shadow fell, though seeming complex, it actually transpired in a mere blink under Tu Shanxue's overwhelming strength.
Seven Kills' face changed color. He hurriedly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of blood light, which transformed into a necklace—a necklace strung together with nine bloody skulls.
The skulls emitted piercing shrieks and instantly enlarged a hundredfold. Each one grew to a size of five or six zhang, shimmering in crystalline blood-red hues, wrapped in endless strands of black Qi, exuding potent waves of demonic Qi rivaling Shen Luo's Pure Yang Sword.
