The dark-red saber fell, wrapped in Heaven-Burning Killing Intent. The space around its blade seemed faintly warped by scorching heat, while blood-colored patterns flowed across the edge, swallowing and exhaling savage malice like a living thing.
Qin He's pupils contracted slightly. He could clearly sense that the power of this strike had surged severalfold compared to before, truly touching the threshold of the Divine Bridge Realm.
He did not dare let his guard down. The Silver Spear spun rapidly in his palm, its tip tracing three afterimages as the subtleties of the Coiling Dragon Spear Technique were displayed to the fullest at this moment.
"Coiling Dragon Entwining Pillar!"
The Silver Spear suddenly straightened taut, layers upon layers of silver light blooming along its shaft. Like a giant dragon coiling around a pillar, it shielded him without a single gap.
"Clang!"
The saber and Silver Spear crashed together. Killing Intent and silver radiance clashed fiercely, forming a visible ring-shaped shockwave that shook loose rubble from the surrounding broken walls.
Borrowing the rebounding force, Qin He retreated three steps. His feet plowed three shallow furrows into the ground. He looked disheveled, but in truth, he had bled off most of the impact.
Seeing Qin He forced back, Xiao Wujiu's spirits soared. He assumed his trump card of burning his blood and vitality had worked, and he sneered viciously. "Thief Mo, where's that swagger from earlier? Die!"
He stomped the ground and shot forward like a cannonball. His dark-red saber chopped down in a relentless chain, every slash carrying the shrieks of evil ghosts. Ghostly claws condensed from Killing Intent flickered within the saber light, each blow aimed straight at Qin He's vital points.
Qin He's gaze sharpened, yet his Silver Spear moved with complete composure. At times, it was like a nimble