Boom! Boom, boom!!
For a time, the sounds of qi explosions rang out incessantly around the small courtyard.
Zhao Linglong knew that the Shadow Lord was devouring the power of her nine Divine Generals.
And since the power of these nine Divine General Dharma Aspects all came from her, the Shadow Lord devouring their power was the same as devouring hers.
Boom...!
Left with no choice, Zhao Linglong brought out another talisman coated in plum blood wax and lit it.
At once, Zhao Linglong's aura began to recover gradually.
Thus, while continuing to keep the nine Divine General Dharma Aspects in their mudra-forming poses, she used the plum blood wax to build up power, preparing to try once more to summon the final barrier.
With this golden barrier light in place, the nine Divine General Dharma Aspects would no longer have to fear attacks from the ghostly shadow outside.
Clang-!!
Just then, accompanied by an ear-splitting blast like a sword cry, a beam of black light suddenly shot out of the fissure in the Shadow Lord's forehead.
The Black Light struck one of the Divine Generals Phantom Image entities squarely.
Boom!!
Amid the thunderous crash, the divine statue's chest was pierced through, leaving a huge hole.
Pfft...!
Zhao Linglong, whose mind was linked to that Divine Generals Phantom Image, immediately spat out blood.
But after only an instant of pain, the anguish in her eyes turned to resolve.
With a swish, she flung out another plum blood talisman, then clapped both palms around the burning talisman with a smack.
The flames the plum blood talisman had turned into were then completely absorbed by her palms.
Boom-!!
Amid the thunderous crash, every strand of Zhao Linglong's black hair suddenly turned blood-red.
Her ankle-length crimson hair was swept up by the violent