The Xingtian Axe Shadow trembled violently above the sea of clouds, its crimson markings flickering erratically. That fatal streak of bloody light, blocked by brute force by the child's urine and the Guixu Sword hilt, seemed to have exhausted its last shred of cunning agility, leaving behind only a purity of malice and resentment pushed to the absolute extreme. The massive axe shadow emitted a silent roar, frantically absorbing the churning grievances and malevolence from the abyss. Spatial cracks spread across the blade like a spiderweb as the aura of destruction climbed once more!
Half of Li Wuhen's body remained stiff and numb from the invading malevolent chill, and the slaughter illusions born of the Guixu Sword's backlash gnawed at him like maggots on rotting bone, savagely assaulting his Sword Heart. Yet the hand gripping his sword was as steady as a rock. From the pommel of the Guixu Sword, where the strap buckle of the sword tassel was embedded, came a faint yet distinct warmth—like a single candle in a freezing night, fragile, yet stubbornly resisting the chill of ages.
He drew a slow breath, his chest rattling like an old bellows. His gaze swept over the pale face of the Fairy of Yaochi, the blood-stained Black Gold Halberd of the Demon Lord, the collapsed figure of Nangong Lie, and finally rested upon Danwa's pure, innocent eyes, which held a trace of anxiety. Then there was the Husky; this usually unruly hound was now baring its teeth, letting out a threatening …
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