I looked at the white-furred wolf demon fighting Daoist Qingshan and roared in fury:
"Old white dog, I'm fucking killing you!"
As I spoke, I charged forward.
The white-furred wolf demon's cultivation was about the same as Daoist Qingshan's, at the mid-stage Spiritual Wisdom Realm.
Though I had reached the Spiritual Wisdom Realm, I still would not be his match if I charged in like this.
But I had enough magical treasures, and my spells were powerful enough.
Powerful artifacts could still make up for the gap in cultivation...
With a low growl, I formed a hand seal with my left hand:
"Transform Hand into Weapon!"
Witch Runes instantly spread across my left hand. Like tattoos, each rune radiated a sinister aura.
The arcs of electricity dancing over my left arm also turned black at that moment.
That was not all. As my Witch Pattern Hand manifested, my left hand directly drew the Tiger-Patterned Black Yue, my strongest artifact.
I immediately poured Witch Rune qi into the Dark Axe.
The Dark Axe erupted with black qi. Strands of blackish-purple threads spread forward and gathered, forming a blackish-purple Dark Axe in my hand.
This was the Dark Axe's second stage. It was more powerful and stronger than the previous black Dark Axe, but it also consumed more true qi and Four Misfortune Qi.
But none of that mattered. Anyone who killed my brother had to die without an intact corpse, die in agony...
My eyes were bloodshot. In one hand, I held Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud, while the Tong Ghost Hand swung through the air, its Tong Ghost qi shaking the surroundings.
In my other hand was the second-stage blackish-purple Tiger-Patterned Black Yue, its blackish-purple aura intimidating my foes.
Its sinister aura was simply too strong, drawing everyone's attention once more.
Long