"The three swords have passed."
Lian Yuze stared at the Nine Snake Saint Immortal, sneering, "I wonder what else you, neither human nor ghost, have in mind?"
The Nine Snake Saint Immortal glanced at Lian Yuze, the two red glows beneath her black hair seemed to grow even more intense.
"Nine Saintesses, prepare!" she suddenly turned and looked at the Starry Battleship, her voice commanding.
Hearing this, Huaa Qingfei, Fenng Yihan, and the others were momentarily stunned, hesitation showing on their faces.
But this hesitation quickly vanished.
What replaced it was decisiveness, a strong decisiveness!
"This is the final strike, and it is also our Palace of the Holy Maiden's strongest strike!"
When the Nine Snake Saint Immortal turned back, she looked at Su Han, her tone carrying a hint of gritting teeth.
Her anger, needless to say, was only slightly less than that of the Holy Mother of the Snow Spirit.
