"Eight Desolations Gods and Devils Saber Art!"
With an angry shout, Zhu Tinglan whirled the curved blades in her hands like windmills, whipping up howling gusts as the power of her attacks surged.
This saber art was one of the supreme techniques of the Ten Thousand Monster World. She was only using part of it, yet even that much possessed astonishing power.
Faced with such a fierce onslaught, Zhou Duoduo felt the pressure multiply. What she had handled with ease moments ago had suddenly become a precarious struggle.
After they traded more than a dozen blows, Zhou Duoduo had suffered two more wounds. She could no longer afford to hold anything back and let out a sharp cry:
"Misty Heaven-Seeking Saber Art!"
Her figure swayed, and the long, straight saber in her hand thrust out repeatedly, its unpredictable movements almost impossible to guard against.
In an instant, the atmosphere on the platform changed. Zhou Duoduo, who had been at a disadvantage, forcibly clawed back the upper hand.
This was her trump card: the Misty Heaven-Seeking Saber Art. Its movements seemed elusive and utterly without pattern, but hidden within them lay profound intricacies and countless variations.
It was like a gentle breeze that could strike from any direction, or a phantom whose true position could never be pinned down.
Under these circumstances, her opponent had no way to predict the direction or timing of Zhou Duoduo's attacks and could only struggle to keep up.
Zhu Tinglan's Eight Desolations Gods and Devils Saber Art brimmed with killing intent. Every stroke swept wide and struck with crushing force, carrying boundless murderous intent and might that sent chills down the spine. It had the air of an art that would slay gods if gods stood in its path, and Buddhas if Buddhas barred