The copper coin fragment emitted a sharp, piercing hum like a blade tearing straight through the eardrums, causing a stabbing pain in the brain.
With her keen perception, Lu Yao had been quietly observing the subtle, hard-to-detect connection between the Shadow Demon Envoy and the Dark Spirit. At this moment, the twin totems revolving in her pupils suddenly froze, blood vessels burning across her retinas as a pungent, scorched odor filled her nasal cavity. "The Shadow Demon Envoy is transfusing blood into them!" she cried out urgently, clutching the tassel of Ma Lin's sword hilt. The sound of her fingernails scraping the gold threads was particularly grating, and three gold threads snapped in response. "Cut the seventh blood thread!"
Suyi's whip whistled through the air, whipping and crushing three tentacles with a dull impact. The Vermilion Bird Flame burned fiercely, scorching the mucus on Xuan Feng's left leg and releasing a pungent, burnt odor. "Little blank slate, did you spot it?"
Chapter 127