Only then did Shen Luo notice the curved gleam of cold light. His expression changed drastically, and he swept his arm back, swinging the Mysterious Yellow Unity Staff behind him in a blur of afterimages.
Clang! A deafening crash rang out!
The Mysterious Yellow Unity Staff barely intercepted the cold gleam before it struck him, but a strange, piercing force surged from the light, traveling straight through the staff and into his body.
Shen Luo felt as though all his internal organs had been turned upside down. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. Only when the halo formed by the Bloodthirst Banner struck the surrounding blood clouds did he barely steady himself.
Only now did the cold light reveal its true form: a bizarre crescent-shaped weapon, neither quite a saber nor quite a sword. An eerie chill gleamed along its edge, expanding and contracting as though it could suck away a person's soul.
A distinct gouge had been cut into the Mysterious Yellow Unity Staff. Had he not previously incorporated a considerable amount of spirit-yang divine iron into it, that blow might well have severed the staff.
The Bloodthirst Banner had also been slashed open. The surrounding crimson halo rapidly dispersed, while the banner shrank to only a few feet in size. Its surface dimmed, and it gave off mournful cries, clearly badly damaged.
In that brief delay, the blood clouds ahead surged in and filled the passage he had torn open.
Shen Luo's expression darkened as he frantically considered his options, though most of his attention remained fixed on the Crescent Magical Treasure.
That treasure was simply too dangerous. The slightest lapse in vigilance could leave them both dead beneath it without even knowing how.
Yet just then, the Crescent Magical Treasure suddenly withdrew