Shen Yanci's sword intent burst forth a moment later, and twelve bone pillars shattered simultaneously, their pale, shattered fragments mingling with scraps of flesh as they rained down upon the arena below.
Jiang Hui's transparent fishing line traced a crescent-shaped arc of light, cutting a Demon Race warrior attempting to rush forward right at the waist. Warm viscera spilled across the demon-script array at the edge of the arena, sparking a blinding flash of red light.
Lunar Nail chanted softly, her magical scepter conjuring icicles that pinned the throats of the surrounding Demon Race with pinpoint precision.
Chapter 62