"Two bastards!"
Hun Feng glared at the two who were lounging leisurely, gritting his teeth as he cursed. He desperately wanted to rush over and tear their faces off to see just how thick their skins were!
But the most urgent matter now was how to deal with the blades raining down upon him from all directions.
Gongsun Lan was currently at the peak first-turn Dou Zun, the strongest among the younger generation of the Nine Ancient Clans. Hun Feng was a whole realm below him. One careless move, and he would suffer a crushing defeat.
"Dark Mist Wraith!"
He roared, continuously pouring the Dou Qi within his body into the pitch-black undead figure condensed from black mist before him. Its body swelled without stop, eventually transforming into an undead knight riding an illusory black horse and clad in black armor, charging into the rain of swords that filled the sky.
"Bang!"
The two techniques collided with a piercing blast. The shockwaves spread outward, cracking the ground within dozens of li.
The black undead charged relentlessly through the sword rain, its spear sweeping aside blade after blade. Yet the following swords soon tore through its armor and pierced its body.
Gradually, it began to run out of strength. Its charge slowed, while the black horse beneath it let out a strained neigh. In the end, it crashed heavily to the ground and dissolved into a cloud of black mist.
"Roar!"
Having lost its mount, the black undead let out an angry, unwilling roar. It raised its black spear, ignoring the swords that pierced through its body one after another, and hurled it with all its strength in a desperate final gamble.
Facing the spear that tore through layer upon layer of sword blades, Gongsun Lan smiled faintly and snapped his