Now, Meng Zhao deliberately used more Netherworld Undead Light to disrupt the balance of the Life-Death Profound Light covering the bones.
Once that balance was broken, the Life-Death Great Dao contained within would face an enormous crisis. At the very least, its power would no longer be so monstrously overwhelming.
Sure enough, after the profound light bursting from Meng Zhao's eyes fell into that intertwined black-and-white radiance, the black profound light representing Netherworld Undead Light flared brilliantly, suppressing the white profound light that represented vigorous vitality.
At the same time, the deathly qi on the surface of the White Tiger-shaped bone monster surged. It looked imposing and ferocious, but compared to its earlier ease, it had weakened by far more than a little. Its source power had been affected and impacted within an extremely short time, resulting in this decline.
It was like when Mountain Lord had been poisoned by a strange toxin and the Three Corpses and Nine Worms within his body had gone awry. External factors had shattered his internal balance, causing a change that had nearly killed him.
Of course, these White Tiger-shaped bones would certainly not collapse on their own just because a single strand of Netherworld Undead Light had been injected into them. However, in facing this ghostly thing, Meng Zhao had gained several more methods and a great deal more confidence.
Meng Zhao drew a deep breath. Vast, boundless qi transformed from within his lungs, giving rise to a stream of brilliant golden light. He condensed it in his hand, where it gradually formed into a light sword. At last, he hurled it forth, its target the White Tiger-shaped bones.
Though the bones were not an intelligent creature, they possessed extraordinary instincts and sensed the arrival of danger. However, the balance of yin-yang qi