As the blood-red saber dissipated, Thousand Machines was soon revealed within.
At this moment, Thousand Machines' surface had likewise dimmed, and the six Spirit Inscriptions carved upon it had become blurred and indistinct.
"Kid, I had a lot of fun today, but it ends here."
Qin Wei sneered. He thrust the Bone Sword forward, and the fifth layer of the Vajra Body's defense might as well have been nonexistent. The sword tip plunged straight into Ling Yun's chest!
The surface of the Bone Sword suddenly began to writhe, making it look like a living creature!
As a burst of eerie sucking sounds rang out.
Countless threads of blood emerged from the blade. Like a greedy evil ghost, the bizarre Bone Sword began crazily devouring the blood and vitality within Ling Yun's body.
In just a few seconds, the previously pale blade had turned completely blood-red, and its evil aura grew increasingly dense.
"Not bad. With this kid as nourishment, my Spinal Fiend Sword should be able to advance again very soon!"
Qin Wei looked at the Bone Sword in his hand, which radiated a thick stench of blood, and nodded in satisfaction.
At the same time, Ling Yun seemed to sense the crisis of life and death. His body began trembling faintly, and a trace of pain flashed across his face.
The next moment, dozens of illusory sword shadows shot out from within his body in every direction!
After circling through the air several times, those sword shadows plunged straight into the Bone Sword lodged in his chest.
"Oh? You actually broke free from the restraints of my Sword Qi? I have to say, you really have surprised me."
"But unfortunately, you still have to die here."
Qin Wei looked at Ling Yun, who had nearly been dyed into a