The Soaring Serpent Sword in Luo Zheng's hand seemed to have lost control.
It trembled incessantly, as if it wanted to break free and fly away!
As Luo Zheng exerted his strength, his right hand became like an iron clamp, gripping the Soaring Serpent Sword tightly.
"Buzz, buzz..."
Amid its ceaseless trembling, strands of dark golden threads surged forth!
At the same time, a tiny serpent shadow surfaced on the blade of the Soaring Serpent Sword. The Snake Eye merely opened and cast a quiet glance before fading away...
Yet just as the serpent shadow vanished, tiny snakeheads suddenly grew at the tips of those dark golden threads!
All the dark golden threads came alive at that moment, transforming into slender little snakes!
"What is this..."
The Black Rong clansman was slightly startled and, almost by reflex, summoned his Other Shore Token.
Although the aura emanating from Luo Zheng's sword was strange and powerful, in the eyes of this Black Rong clansman, Luo Zheng was still merely an inferior Great Perfection True God. So what if he was formidable? Could he really break its "Formless Shield"?
That shield image had nearly covered its entire body from head to toe.
Thousands upon thousands of slender little snakes swept over at tremendous speed, and a rustling sound followed in their wake.
Whether ancient trees that had stood for a thousand years or rocks, everything was sliced apart in perfect order as the slender little snakes flashed past. The cut surfaces were as smooth as mirrors.
Just as the Black Rong clansman still harbored a glimmer of hope, it suddenly felt a slight chill run through its body.
Within its field of vision, the shield image was already covered in shattered patterns, and those patterns rapidly spread across its body.
All the slender