Battle Sword Jian Wuming

However, at this moment, no one could possibly save Lie Jiaojiao. The only person who might have been able to contend with Jian Wuming, Yi Yun, wore an icy expression as he stared single-mindedly at that Black Shadow. How could he spare any unnecessary movement and expose more weaknesses?

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Lie Jiaojiao let out a heart-rending scream. Amid that scream, her body and face rapidly withered and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her voice became hoarse in an instant, and later she could barely make a sound at all.

A few breaths later, Lie Jiaojiao felt the Black Shadow's hand pull free and vanish before her eyes.

"Kill... kill me..." Lie Jiaojiao stared wide-eyed. She saw that her hands and arms had already become wrinkled like orange peels. For a young woman, suddenly turning into an old crone in the twilight of life was undoubtedly the greatest torture. At this moment, she would rather have already died.

At the same time, Fairy Youruo suddenly cried out, "Yi Yun, watch out!"

Like a ghost, the Black Shadow vanished from before Lie Jiaojiao and silently appeared behind Yi Yun in the same instant, opening its arms and reaching both hands toward him.

Everyone had seen what happened to those touched by the Black Shadow. Even Yi Yun could not withstand it. After the Black Shadow appeared, countless human faces emerged within its body, each wearing a screaming expression. A bloody aura rose from it, transforming into countless blood-red threads that wound toward Yi Yun like a spiderweb.

Everyone felt a terrifying evil power from that blood-colored web. They felt as if they were moths crashing into a real spiderweb, while the Black Shadow was a gigantic spider slowly closing in on its prey.

The blood and vital energy