Xie Approaching the Abyss Write two characters in succession on the right hand.
"Royal."
A dark wall of light blocks the ax above.
"Break."
An ink-colored light blade slashed towards the claw shadow on the left.
The light wall collided with the axe, and cracks spread on the surface of the light wall.
The light blade collided with the claw shadow, and the claw shadow was cut into two pieces. However, the broken claw shadow remained unabated, bypassing the light blade from both sides and stabbing Xie Approaching the Abyss's shoulders.
Xie Approaching the Abyss frowned slightly.
At that moment, he pushed the Jade Slip in his left hand forward, and the Jade Slip unfolded in mid-air.
The High Antiquity words on Jane's body turned into a dense text barrier in front of her.
The two claw shadows hit the text barrier and exploded into dark red light that filled the sky, but the text barrier was also corroded by Sha Qi to create several charred holes.
Lang Tu seized the momentary gap, and the ax of his right claw bypassed the side of the light wall and slashed horizontally towards Xie Approaching the Abyss's waist and ribs.
Xie Approaching the Abyss had no time to write any more, he could only turn his body to the right side, and the ax blade passed by his waist, making a long gash in his Coarse Cloth Tunic.
The piece of cloth fluttered, revealing the thin waist and ribs underneath. There was a dark red mark burned by Sha Qi on the skin, extending from the waist to the lower ribs.
Xie Approaching the Abyss took three steps back and looked down at the burn marks on his waist.
The Sha Qi at the edge of the burn mark is continuously penetrating into the skin and flesh, causing waves of fine stinging pain.
He took back the Jade Slip in his left hand and put it back on the Grass Rope around his waist.
He gently shook his right hand at his side, and the ink-colored light on his fingertips quickly returned to its previous brightness during the swing.
"Lang Tu Fellow Daoist's Sha Qi is getting heavier and heavier."
When he spoke, his voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of solemnity in it.
"Every time you axe, you are burning your Killing Intent Origin. This way of fighting will hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage yourself eight hundred."
Lang Tu grinned, and the two rows of sharp teeth in the gray-brown muzzle glowed like bone nails in the sunlight.
"Laozi has lived for so long and has never cared about self-harm or not."
"Laozi and Sha Qi are meant for burning. The stronger the burning, the more painful it will be to cut someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the five-foot-tall werewolf body shot out again.
This time he didn't use an axe, but got down on all fours like a real wolf.
The gray-brown afterimage drew an arc on Arena at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.
He kicked the ground with his left paw, and his body suddenly turned from the arc and rushed towards the side and rear of Xie Approaching the Abyss.
The ax in his right claw was swung out from behind as he turned around, and the ax blade slashed towards the back of Xie Approaching the Abyss's neck with a dark red arc.
Xie Approaching the Abyss There is no looking back.
He had already written the word "retreat" at the same moment when Lang Tu made the save.
The word retreat turned into a streak of ink-colored light and was held at his feet, pushing his figure forward three feet.
The ax blade passed half an inch behind his neck, cutting off a few strands of the long gray hair on the back of his head.
The broken hair was blown away in the wind, burned into grayish-white powder by the aftermath of Sha Qi.
But Lang Tu's attacks didn't stop.
His limbs continuously stepped on the ground, and his figure was like a hunting wolf, drawing a series of arcs and folds on Arena.
He carries an ax with him at every turn, and each ax strikes from an angle Xie Approaching the Abyss cannot predict.
Xie Approaching the Abyss kept using retreat and Replacement Character to dodge in that series of attacks.
But his face became paler and paler, the ink light on his fingertips became more and more unstable, and the burn mark on his waist continued to consume his physical strength.