"Die for me!!!" Just as Su Chen's thoughts were wandering, growing increasingly serious and grave... suddenly, Wui Xuan's wings gave a slight ripple, moving faster than instantaneous movement, his body pitch black, blending into the night. Even with the Cang Lamp brightly lit, he remained a blur, flickering away in a flash.
Su Chen relied entirely on combat awareness.
Instinctively, he deployed the Zhan Cang Sword Array, positioning it above his left side, around the shoulder, neck, and head.
While blocking, Su Chen did not hold back at all, unleashing the Second Layer of the Ghost Slave Formation to its fullest. The 98 Imperial Soldiers roamed indefinitely, undulating to the ultimate extreme, emitting a dazzling glow like 98 lasers all shooting towards the central Zhan Cang Sword.
