"Go!"
A vicious glint flashed through Li Zizai's eyes. He abruptly pointed at the black sword whistling toward him, his low roar carrying a teeth-gritted resolve.
The Wind Thunder Golden Roc had accompanied him for many years—how could he possibly bear to part with it?
But trapped in this desperate situation, if he wanted to carve a path to survival, sacrificing it was the only road left!
Amid crackling thunder, blazing unwillingness ignited in the Wind Thunder Golden Roc's eyes. Its wings beat frantically, yet it could not break free from the purple Heavenly Lock's restraints.
Whoosh!
The Heavenly Lock's purple radiance suddenly surged. A vast force of contract forcibly seized control of the Wind Thunder Golden Roc, and a heaven-shrouding thunderstorm instantly gathered around it. Carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, it charged straight at Zhou Zhiling's Mother-Child Seven Emotions Sword!
"Boom—!"
The instant the black sword cut into the thunderstorm's range, the Wind Thunder Golden Roc's enormous body suddenly exploded!
The horrifying force of the self-destruction was like a falling meteor, stirring up towering waves and blasting the black sword away by sheer force.
Fine cracks instantly covered the blade. Its spiritual radiance dimmed, and none of its former sharpness remained.
At the same time, Zhou Zhiling's delicate body trembled violently. Sweetness rose in her throat, and she sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
Her already aged face became even more ashen. Amid the chill in her eyes was now a disbelieving fury.
Pfft!
The backlash from the Wind Thunder Golden Roc's self-destruction swept toward him as well. Li Zizai swayed and spat out a mouthful of vital blood, his face turning white as paper in an instant.
The backlash was so fierce that it was no less severe than the injuries Zhou Zhiling had