"Sixth Soul Skill-Dark Moon Blood Sacrifice!"
The black soul ring abruptly activated. Blood flowed from his hand and was absorbed by the Dark Moon Blood Scythe clutched in his grip. Boiling blood covered its markings, and its uncanny light flickered with a terrifying aura in the dusk.
He swung his scythe madly, tearing apart the surrounding air amid a reek of blood.
The two enormous scythes traced vicious, savage arcs through the air. Like the twin scythes of the god of death, they hurtled toward Chen Xiaojun with the power of destruction.
Their speed exceeded the limits of Chen Xiaojun's perception. The wind howled, and even the air trembled.
In that lightning-flash instant, the blades of the Dark Moon Blood Scythe were already within inches of him. Every quiver seemed to herald a fatal strike in the next second.
Chen Xiaojun's heart pounded as though it would leap from his chest. He could distinctly feel the icy blade energy stealing against his skin, poised to rip his entire body apart in an instant.
Clang! Clang!
At that instant when life and death crossed, Chen Xiaojun spun like a hunting leopard. Soul power surged wildly within him, and a golden, bell-shaped shield formed in an instant, blocking those two fierce strikes.
Yet cracks spread across the golden bell, radiating outward from the points of impact.
Immediately afterward, the tremendous impact hurled Chen Xiaojun away. Blood sprayed from his mouth like shattered cherry blossoms, tracing a heartbreakingly beautiful arc through the air.
Just as Chen Xiaojun was about to regain his footing, an icy bellow echoed through the air like the roar of a gigantic beast. His heart jolted, and a chill spread swiftly throughout his body like the flick of an ice-cold serpent's tongue.
"Fifth Soul Skill-Magma Thermal-Pressure Fist!"
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