Nangong Sirui's face turned pale.
Zhang Xiaoyi's physique was swaying precariously.
It wants to kill everyone!
Shen Ye clutched his chest, groaning: "You hurt me, yet you laugh it off."
The man in the red robe laughed even louder.
But his expression suddenly changed, and he roared:
"Thief, you're stealing my essence!"
Furious winds howled into motion.
The Green Demon Blade in Shen Ye's hand vanished, replaced by a long blade wrapped in chains.
Night Rain.
A Third-tier Truth weapon!
Cling clang—
The chains on the long blade vibrated incessantly, shaking off thunder and dark clouds. In an instant, it transformed into a raging storm, sweeping torrential rain towards the cliff above.
"Rain Chains!"
Within this rain, nothing could escape—it could only be slashed to ashes.
Rumble—
As thunder crashed, the collapsing palace atop the cliff was shattered, allowing sunlight to pierce straight through.
