Yan No-Head, Take My Punch!
"Yo-ho-ho!"
Yan Wuse was excited.
Sure enough, proud as Mei Suren was, he could not possibly leave everything to others.
Yan Wuse was even more pleased to see Mei Suren bury himself in the Inner Island just to restrain his two Angels of Light.
That way, the only one he had left to face was Kong Yuhen, whose condition was far from ideal.
Even if he had the Time Ancestor Shadow Staff, that staff could not deliver direct killing power! Yan Wuse knew the ten great Aberrant weapons well enough.
The staff could amplify the power of time and was indeed immensely powerful under certain circumstances.
But the greater its power, the harsher its restrictions. Not only could those without time attributes not use it, but acts such as altering the time of the entire Void Island inevitably exacted an enormous price each time.
How many more times could Kong Yuhen strike?
As he pondered, Mei Suren raised his sword and charged into the clouds, while Yan Wuse lowered his head and flashed toward Kong Yuhen.
The two were like the waters of the Jing and Wei Rivers, brushing past one another without interfering with each other.
"Kong Yuhen—"
Yan Wuse let out an excited roar. His expression was feverish, and amid the flashing light and shadows, his face lost all shape and form.
Yet at that moment, Kong Yuhen made a vulgar gesture utterly unbefitting his status.
He reached into the empty air before him, grabbed out a huge handful of sacred medicines, and stuffed them wholesale into his mouth.
"This?"
Yan Wuse transformed into an aurora and almost simultaneously passed through Kong Yuhen's body, but at one instant, he sensed that something was wrong.
High in the nine heavens, the Moon Angel and