Yang Jian furrowed his brows as he stared at the umbrellas, heavy with baleful energy and endlessly venting black mist. He knew instantly that these were the magical treasures Lü Yue used to spread the Pestilence Qi.
Without breaking his stride, he channeled his inner breath into his chest, his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade flashing with silver light as he thrust straight toward the scourge. No matter how formidable a magical treasure might be, once the person wielding and driving it was eliminated, it was nothing more than a lifeless object. Therefore, he abandoned the idea of hacking at the umbrellas and charged directly at Lü Yue.
Even with all his might behind it, his strike was halted half a foot away from Lü Yue by the strands of black mist, which seemed endowed with consciousness. Sensing danger, the black mist ceased its leisurely drifting; instead, intertwining strands lunged at Yang Jian to protect their master with everything they had.
Chapter 335