The Black Moon Pope reacted the swiftest, a pale white holy pattern suddenly cracked open on his brow, like a silver blade slicing through skin, the light flowing from the pattern was as cold as frost.
As he lifted his hand, the sky filled with thunder seemed to be twisted into a vortex by an invisible force, and at the moment the clouds tore apart, a pale moon rose from the abyss, its moonlight solidifying into thousands of silver swords.
Countless sword lights crisscrossed through Jin Shiyin's body.
The striking sound echoed, Jin Shiyin spat out dark blood, his body bending backwards, letting out a mournful low roar,
But in the next moment, his body dissolved into a stream of blood, evaporating into thin air.
Turned out, it was just a substitute.
Everyone turned around abruptly.
Only then did they realize that Jin Shiyin had never left his original spot.
