"Big brother, move back."
As time passed, the charging of the "Blink of an Extreme" reached a pseudo-saturated state, and if not unleashed soon, Lu Hong would no longer be able to suppress the rebellion of the Holy Sword.
Augustus nodded and swiftly retreated.
At the same time, Lu Hong swung the Holy Sword in his hand, and the silvery grey sword light poured out, cutting everything it encountered in two.
The power of the Holy Sword was still immense, but alas, the underworld species were naturally highly immune to physical attacks; the sword's strike was not fatal to the corpse-devouring beast but instead prematurely activated the incomplete gathering of its soul's grudges.
The severely wounded beast let out a piercing howl, like the painful wail of a million souls, bursting both men's eardrums, causing them to retreat repeatedly.
Sensing the external danger, the beast instinctively activated its exclusive skill, "Call of the Dead."
