The two violent forces collided, whipping up chaotic gale winds across heaven and earth. Wang Zhao raised the Necromancy Scythe before him, his gaze sharpening.
As the saying went, strike while the iron was hot!
At a time like this, he would not sit around waiting to see the outcome of Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer clashing with the Gray Light Blade Shadow. Wang Zhao knew full well that although he had caught Tang Hao off guard with the Self-Created Soul Skill, Disorderly Splitting Wind Demon Scythe, and had even unleashed its powerful ultimate move, Nine-Nine Return to One, it still would not be enough to truly inflict severe damage on Tang Hao.
After all, Tang Hao was not someone who would simply let himself be butchered without resisting. At most, that strike would make Tang Hao feel extremely troubled.
Against a guy who could activate cheats no weaker than the original protagonist Tang San's during critical moments, Wang Zhao's stance was clear: since head-on clashes were your specialty, I would not fight you head-on.
The Necromancy Scythe and Necromancy were, above all else, defined by their eerie unpredictability.
With that thought, Wang Zhao's lips moved slightly as he began silently reciting the spell for the magic once more.
Before long, two thick, lengthy shadows suddenly stretched out from the chaotic void, their origins unknown. They resembled eerie, terrifying tentacles, yet were more like long whips, dripping venom capable of inflicting extreme agony upon the soul.
The instant they appeared, they lashed toward Tang Hao, who was still struggling against the Gray Light Blade Shadow. Soon, Tang Hao's pained groan rang across the battlefield.
"Ah!"
The corner of Wang Zhao's mouth curled up.
Necromancy: Death Lash.
Under normal circumstances, this move would not cause much trouble for this Everyday Douluo.