Mei Danlun stared solemnly at the white bone sword. He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a massive cloud of blood essence, which the bone sword absorbed completely, not leaving behind a single drop.
At once, the sword turned incomparably crimson, and the bloody patterns across its blade writhed madly as though they had come alive.
Demonic roars, as if from the void itself, rang out from the sword, while a towering fiendish aura erupted from it.
Mei Danlun's face was now deathly pale, and his aura had plummeted by more than half. With a grave expression, he pointed at Ning Fa from afar.
Amid a surging mass of bloody light, the slender blood sword shot toward Ning Fa.
Wherever it passed, even the void was corroded by the bloodlight radiating from the sword, showing signs of peeling away. Its might was evident.
Ning Fa, who had been gathering power for a devastating strike, could not help turning to look in that direction, his expression turning solemn.
The aura of this bone sword had absolutely surpassed that of an ordinary Mid-grade Spirit Treasure. Moreover, it clearly was no ordinary treasure; it carried an indescribable evilness.
Yet his expression did not change. He swept his right hand before him.
An ancient oil lamp emerged amid a burst of firelight, its wick glowing with a faint five-colored flame.
It was Ning Fa's Five Flames Lamp, now fully restored.
The lamp's light suddenly flared, and a graceful figure drifted out from within. It was Liuying, dressed in a colorful skirt and blessed with exquisite features. She was currently dwelling within the Five Flames Lamp as the Artifact Spirit of this treasure.
Liuying lightly brushed her right hand, and the Five Flames Lamp seemed to be provoked as its five-colored flames swelled explosively.