Qian Fan held one hand before his cheek, his knuckles whitening with strain, while the other gripped the Heavenly Demon Star-Breaking Sword tightly. The blade trembled faintly, as though resonating with the unease in his heart.
Invisible waves of force whipped his robes into a flutter. His long hair danced wildly behind him like ink-black silk, outlining his taut silhouette.
"Ghost Elder, hurry and fetch Xu Fangyuan! Only he can handle this!" His voice was hoarse enough to cut through the wind, anxiety seeping from every word as though it had substance.
Ghost Douluo streaked away like black lightning. The clatter of his armor exploded through the corridor, and he vanished around the corner in an instant.
Qian Fan dared not let his guard slip. The Heavenly Demon Star-Breaking Sword hummed, breathing out radiance, and the soul power gathered along its blade churned like boiling magma before forming a dome-shaped shield.
The howling wind crashed against it, sparking blinding flashes of electricity. Even the blue paving bricks cracked into spiderweb patterns under the shock.
"Heavenly Demon Star-Breaking Sword Fifth Form-Faint Glimmer, Melancholy Sorrow!" Qian Fan roared, soul power surging madly through his dantian. The earth suddenly shook violently, and two chains wreathed in dark purple runes burst from the ground. Like ancient evil dragons awakening, they instantly coiled around Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's legs.
Viscous black mist seeped from the chains. Wherever they passed, Yue Guan's lavish robes shredded inch by inch, and they gouged bloody wounds into his skin deep enough to expose bone.
Yue Guan threw back his neck, veins bulging, and let out an inhuman howl like a trapped beast. The eerie green light swirling in his pupils resonated with the runes on the chains.
His soul power turned into a blood-red hurricane that tore the surrounding