"Extreme Yin, you do have some insight. However..."
Yan'e's voice rang out, brimming with smug satisfaction.
"However, Kui Bull, your greatest support, has been reduced to nothing but a bit of brute strength in this place. And Extreme Yin, though you originally excelled in lightning arts, you cannot use them now either. So tell me—what do you two have left to fight me with?"
Corpse qi instantly billowed around Yan'e. A black chain shot from his sleeve, stretching longer and longer as it raced toward the two people and the bull in the distance.
"Yan'e, I had been wondering what trump card you possessed. So it was merely a natural restriction. You want to kill me, Ying Wu? Wishful thinking!"
As Ying Wu finished speaking, a cyan luan bird suddenly condensed into being, transformed from her life-bound flying sword.
"Screech—"
With a cry, the blue bird beat its wings and soared high.
Rather than meeting the incoming chain head-on, it flew into the nine heavens, deliberately avoiding the chain before diving down at Yan'e.
Song Wen naturally did not remain idle.
He had already dismounted from Kui Bull's back, summoned the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword, and slashed at the chain.
"Clang—"
After a crisp ring, the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword was sent flying backward.
The chain merely paused slightly, then immediately rallied and surged onward again.
"Moo!"
Seeing the spear-sharp chain draw ever nearer, Kui Bull opened its mouth and roared in fury.
The roar was like a mountain collapse, like a tsunami. Its sound waves carried primordial savagery and malice, transforming into visible ripples that surged in every direction.
The sound waves collided with the chain, and the latter gave off a series of rattling clanks.
Yet the chain was like a flood dragon, breaking through the sonic waves