Shen Luo activated the Wind-Thunder Spirit Runes in his arms again. Gusts of azure wind rose out of thin air and swelled in an instant into a hurricane pillar hundreds of feet high, howling fiercely.
The hurricane pillar raged as though it would change the very color of heaven and earth, scattering the white fog in midair.
Yan Lie's expression darkened at the sight. He formed a hand seal with his right hand and made a grasping motion. A gigantic palm roughly an acre across suddenly descended from the white fog overhead, reaching for Shen Luo's head.
Golden lightning struck it, making the fog on its surface tremble slightly, but the giant palm did not collapse and continued descending.
But Moon Shadow flickered beneath Shen Luo's feet, and he instantly teleported hundreds of feet away, evading the giant palm's grasp and charging straight at Yan Lie. A streak of black-and-red saber light over a hundred feet long shot out from his body and slashed down at Yan Lie's head. It was the Blood-Stained Flying Dagger.
Yan Lie's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly dodged backward and spat out his crimson battle saber, which intercepted the black-and-red saber light. They clashed with ringing clangs, sending sparks flying.
Shen Luo rapidly formed seals with both hands. The black-and-red saber light abruptly grew several times larger, unleashing a savage, bloodthirsty aura. It swept around the crimson battle saber instead and sliced through its middle.
With a rip, the crimson battle saber was cut in two. The pieces turned into ordinary iron and fell, their spiritual power and the artifact spirit within instantly drained dry.
The black-and-red saber light grew even more powerful, turning into a bolt of black-and-red lightning that continued cleaving toward Yan Lie at roughly twice its previous speed.
Shen Luo was