Below the night sky, many mountain peaks have been reduced to half, pierced by the blood-colored Vajra and his golden threads, forcefully detonated.
Vajra Mystic Technique, with unparalleled power of attack, naturally consumes an immense amount.
Luo Shaohua finds it hard to hold on in battle, and instantaneously moves out, distancing herself. Her chest heaves violently as she begins to shift to the Scripture Meaning, employing other tactics against her enemy.
A crescent moon stretches across the sky, formed by Tao Patterns. She sits on it, relaxing, her snowy feet bare, as she breathes rhythmically.
She resonates with the Power of Taiyin between heaven and earth, aiming to merge with it. Accompanied by a wondrous sight, the stars gradually appear, shining brightly, illuminating the night sky.
Qin Ming approaches, sword in hand.
"Clang!"
Almost simultaneously, both launch their attacks.
