The fingertips of the black-robed woman trembled slightly, and the melody of her bone flute suddenly turned sharp and piercing.
The Nether runes surrounding the Altar writhed like living creatures, transforming into black chains that coiled toward Su Jinhuan.
Spinning around, she swung her sword, the golden light of the blade slashing the chains apart. Yet from the fractured ends oozed foul-smelling black blood, which instantly reassembled into a new offensive.
Chapter 142