Negative Energy

The gray shadows on the street seemed to sense this unusual light. They paused, and their previously steady advance suddenly appeared hesitant.

Zhou Qiubai did not hesitate. Though pain still shot through his left arm, it seemed insignificant the moment he gripped his sword.

He moved faster than before. Though the expenditure was greater, his footwork was a full thirty percent faster than it had once been.

Sword light streamed across the sky, never asking the mortal world of fortune or misfortune.

Once White Clothes sheathed his blade, wherever the soul edge pointed, ten thousand mountains gave way.

Both swords emerged, sword qi sweeping in every direction.

The Soul Sword in his left hand slashed into a gray shadow's shoulder. Blue light flared from the severed wound, and its entire body began to burn like a scorched scrap of paper.

Seeing this, Zhou Qiubai immediately followed with a second strike from his right hand.

Blue flames flickered as gray mist silently dissipated within the sword light.

Yang Guyun charged from behind him, thrusting out his spear.

The Soul Spear Pierced the formation like a dragon, a blood-red line tearing through clouds and splitting nine heavens.

He would not refuse a battle against the void; let calm composure be recorded in history.

The gray shadow struck by the spear tip instantly exploded.

In the past, when they stabbed these things with physical spears, they would merely scatter before gathering again.

But now, the Soul Spear's power blasted them to pieces, leaving not even the slightest trace behind.

The two of them were no longer passively defending. Instead, they took the initiative to attack.

Zhou Qiubai alternated between his twin swords, each slash faster than the last, the sword light joining into an impenetrable curtain of radiance.

Yang Guyun followed close behind.