At the sight of this, Ning Wangshu froze for a moment.
The next instant, he sensed that the auras of the blood shadows and bones, once more shrouded in blood mist, had quickly recovered to their former strength!
Ning Wangshu was startled.
But what shocked him even more was that the blood mist began surging toward the thirty-six Thunder Giant Swords.
He instinctively activated his sword art, unleashing violent bolts of lightning to scatter the blood mist. But when the lightning struck it, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, provoking no reaction at all.
Worse, as the blood mist swept closer, an exceedingly bizarre force began eating away at the thirty-six Thunder Giant Swords, and faint strands of dark red light gradually appeared on their surfaces.
Ning Wangshu was dumbstruck.
This blood mist was simply too bizarre. It could even corrode Thunder Giant Swords formed from Pure Yang True Thunder!
He could clearly feel that the thirty-six Thunder Giant Swords were slipping from his control. Even more, the blood mist was spreading along the swords toward the Wangshu Sword he had summoned...
A vague sense of foreboding rose in Ning Wangshu's heart.
In that instant, a wisp of scarlet blood mist quietly crept onto the Wangshu Sword. The moment it touched, Ning Wangshu felt the sword jolt. He immediately cried out inwardly, Oh no!
The next moment, he hurriedly switched to using Immortal Force to activate the Wangshu Sword and the Heavenly Dipper True Thunder Sword Art.
But he found that the Wangshu Sword was also slipping from his control, so he could only hastily recall it.
A faint streak of blood red flickered across the Wangshu Sword. Its spiritual nature had diminished greatly. It wasn't completely ruined, but it had lost much of its former spirit