Watching Wang Yuanyuan and the others draw closer, Huo Yuhao raised his arm slightly.
The Angel Holy Sword, which had been fighting Xiao Huo high in the distant sky, suddenly appeared in Huo Yuhao's hand. As the Angel Holy Sword vanished before his eyes, Xiao Huo instinctively breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
During his fight with the Angel Holy Sword just now, Xiao Huo had been stabbed three times. The sacred attribute the Angel Holy Sword carried had inflicted considerable damage on Xiao Huo, who was now an undead creature, and had even made him feel pain.
Those wounds had not brought him to the brink of death, however. The next moment, Xiao Huo realized something and flew down toward Huo Yuhao.
After the Angel Holy Sword returned to his hand, Huo Yuhao raised his other hand as though lifting something in the air. In the next instant, the countless phantoms of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe still trapping Sheng Cai'er and the others gathered together, turned back into the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and returned to Huo Yuhao's hand.
With both weapons back in his hands, Huo Yuhao immediately turned and slashed behind him with the Angel Holy Sword. He applied no power to it; it was simply a slash.
Yet its force was still more than Han Yu and Zhang Fangfang, who were attacking from behind, could withstand. Both were sent flying on the spot.
Using the momentum of his turn, Huo Yuhao immediately swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe backhanded. Two crisp clashes rang out, and Yang Wenzhao, who was attacking from the left, stopped in his tracks.
The tip of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe hovered over Yang Wenzhao's eye, mere hairsbreadths from his pupil. Yang Wenzhao had not even seen the movement clearly. Huo Yuhao's attack had been