"It's too late." A figure shot straight into the Moon Palace. The Lotus Avatar gazed impassively at the Lord of the Mourning Moon within the blood moon.
"I let you escape once before. I wonder what tricks you have up your sleeve this time."
Before the words had fully left his mouth, the Lotus Avatar pointed at the space between her brows. His feet had not moved, yet his body was already gliding rapidly toward the Lord of the Mourning Moon.
Within the blood moon, moonlight surged like a tide, though these moon-tides were all blood-red. Countless ghostly figures seemed to surge along with them toward the Lotus Avatar.
Sword intent roiled around the Lotus Avatar's phantom form, seemingly forming an invisible blade that cleaved through the waves.
He still held his left hand outstretched, two fingers joined like a sword, maintaining the same sword stance as before.
Wherever he passed, the blood tide struck him like an unbreakable reef and split apart in an instant. The Lotus Avatar did not remain still in place; even as he counterattacked, he was already pushing upstream.
Deep within the blood moon, four dark shuttles shot toward him like lightning, each aimed at a vital spot.
Behind them, the Spirit-Connecting Nether Toad and Ao Shi Ghost Rhino both sensed trouble. Though they were trying their best to protect themselves, they knew they could not let the Lord of the Mourning Moon face the Lotus Avatar alone—not even a single one of his phantom images could be taken lightly.
The two charged toward the blood moon together, but as they did, a phantom image of a sword stele suddenly appeared in front of them.
A portal opened on the phantom sword stele, and an immense force of suction came from within.
Ao Shi Ghost