A golden blur flashed over from nearby and landed before Shen Luo. The golden light faded, revealing Nie Caizhu.
The gold and white Butterfly Wings had already appeared on her back. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and her lovely face was somewhat pale.
"Cai Zhu, are you all right? What was that white strand of light just now? I've never seen you use it before." Shen Luo raised a hand and released a streak of golden light, sweeping up the Blood Soul Origin Banner and Silverlight Bell he had thrown into the distance and putting them away. At the same time, he sent her a voice transmission.
"That was the 'Sundial Line' I just comprehended. It can slow the flow of time within an enemy's body. With my current understanding and control of the time law, I can only slow it to one-eighth its normal rate. This supernatural power also consumes tremendous amounts of time power and vital energy. In my current condition, I can only use it once more," Nie Caizhu replied through voice transmission.
Shen Luo nodded slightly and said nothing more.
"Xuanyuan divine thunder! To think you could master this lightning. It seems the legacy of Xuanyuan Hall has already fallen into your hands." Mr. Zi's sole remaining head wore an ugly expression. Looking at the Xuanyuan Sword floating above Shen Luo's head, he spoke in a low voice.
As he spoke, the bizarre blood-red demonic markings on his body gathered at the wound on his neck like living creatures and merged into it.
The gushing blood immediately stopped, and the wound healed in an instant, though the severed head did not grow back.
Mr. Zi's aura also plummeted. Clearly, losing a head had severely damaged his vitality. However, the fluctuations of the Coronal Line around