Lang Tu suddenly stopped in the middle of Arena after striking dozens of times in succession.
He was lying on all fours, his dark green vertical pupils staring intently at the clothed figure opposite him from under his brow bone.
There is dark red saliva dripping between the two rows of sharp teeth in the muzzle.
His breathing was much heavier than before, and the blood on the tattered armor on his chest was soaked with sweat.
It exudes a strong smell of rust.
The Sha Qi in his body had been consumed by nearly 20% in the crazy attack just now, but Xie Approaching the Abyss was in worse condition than him.
"Nerd."
Lang Tu spoke, his voice much hoarse than before.
"Are you almost done with your handwriting? How much of your Haoran Righteous Qi is left?"
Xie Approaching the Abyss stood on the other side of Arena, and Coarse Cloth Tunic was scratched several times by the ax blade.
The burn mark on the side of the waist has spread to the bottom of the ribs, and the dark red Sha Qi aftertaste continues to flicker at the edge of the burn mark.
His complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the two groups of bluish-black tiredness in his dark brown pupils were twice as thick as before.
His right hand hung by his side, and the ink-colored light on his fingertips was nearly half dimmer than it was at the beginning. The light trembled slightly on his fingertips, like a lamp that was blown by the wind.
"Lang Tu, fellow Daoist, want to see the rest of my trump cards?"
Xie Approaching the Abyss unfolded the Jade Slip in his left hand and quickly scanned the High Antiquity words on it.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly into a very faint smile, like a gentleman taking one last look at the catalog before closing a book.
"Then I'll let you see."
He raised Jade Slip high above his head, with the index and middle fingers of his right hand together.
The last trace of concentrated ink-colored light condensed on the fingertips.
He wrote nine words in succession on the Void in front of him.
But those words did not take shape immediately, but turned into nine ink-colored balls of light floating around him, and dense ink-colored runes were surging inside each ball of light.
Those runes are older, more complex, and denser than all the previous characters, and each one carries extremely pure Haoran Righteous Qi.
Lang Tu's dark green vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
He felt the power contained in those nine balls of light, and that power was completely different from all the formulas he had chopped into pieces before.
What is sealed in those light balls are no longer the words written by Xie Approaching the Abyss, but the mantras that he condensed after a lifetime of practice, each of which is enough to shake the world.
"Nine True Words."
Xie Approaching the Abyss spoke, his voice much softer than before, like a gentleman who still insists on giving lectures despite being ill.
"Lin, soldiers, fights, all, formation, row, advance, march."
"Every word is every book I have read, every article I have written, and every student I have taught. They are all the hard work of my life."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the first ball of light towards Lang Tu.
"Pro."
The word "Lin" exploded from the light ball and turned into a huge ink-colored shadow floating in the sky above Arena.
The shape of the shadow is vague and majestic, like a literary temple rising from the scrolls. In the temple, countless ink-colored figures holding scrolls can be vaguely seen, lowering their heads to read.
The sound of reciting turned into waves of invisible sound waves and rolled towards Lang Tu.
Wherever the sound wave passed, the Sha Qi around Lang Tu melted layer by layer like snow illuminated by the sun.
Lang Tu's right foot suddenly touched the ground, and the dark red Sha Qi condensed into a thick blood-colored carapace on the body surface.
The sound waves hit the carapace, making a dense muffled sound, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the carapace.
The ax head of his right claw struck upwards, and the dark red shadow of the ax cut a gap in the sound wave.