Although a gap had appeared,
it was quickly filled by more sound waves.
The chanting seeped into the depths of his mind from every direction, making his thoughts begin to slow.
"Soldiers."
The moment the word fell!
The second orb of light exploded, transforming into countless ink-black sabers, spears, swords, and halberds suspended in midair.
The weapons were ink-black throughout, their edges rippling with densely packed runes of Haoran Righteous Qi.
They poured down on Lang Tu like a rainstorm, each carrying enough power to pierce his Killing Intent carapace.
Lang Tu whirled his axe before him into an impenetrable curtain, its blade striking the ink-black weapons in a rapid series of metallic clangs.
But there were too many weapons. Dozens of ink-black spears pierced through gaps in the curtain of axe strikes, stabbing into his shoulder armor, waist, abdomen, and thighs.
The instant the ink-black spears sank into his flesh, Lang Tu felt an exceptionally pure surge of Haoran Righteous Qi seeping along his wounds into his meridians, scorching the source of his Killing Intent.
"Battle."
The third orb of light exploded, transforming into a gigantic ink-black phantom warrior.
The phantom held a staff as long as it was tall, its shaft rippling with dense ink-black runes.
The phantom warrior took a step toward Lang Tu and smashed its staff down.
That blow carried more force than all the attacks Lang Tu had endured before, the wind from the staff forcibly crushing a layer of the blood-colored carapace atop his head.
Lang Tu raised his axe to block. The staff smashed into the axe head, and the entire Arena shuddered violently.
The blow numbed Lang Tu's arms, splitting the fur and skin between his thumbs and forefingers with several deep gashes. Dark red blood gushed from the wounds.
"One."