"Aoooaoooo!!"
Medusa and the snakes on her head snarled fiercely, letting out a silent, shrill howl, their gazes fixed intently on the Eight-sided Han Sword just inches away.
As an extension of her own body and will, the eerie, penetrating roar traveled back to the main body through the bloodline-connected treasure sword, exploding directly in Zhu Haomiao's mind.
It was as if a heavy hammer struck his forehead, causing Zhu Haomiao to involuntarily lean back slightly, his mind going blank.
At the same time, the Glazed Glass Sword Gang that enveloped the Eight-sided Han Sword suddenly lost its color, petrifying into a grayish-white fragile shell, rapidly disintegrating into powder and dissolving into the air.
Even the sword's edge itself gradually dulled, taking on a coarse gray-white hue.
After a brief loss of focus, Zhu Haomiao's hollow pupils swiftly regained clarity, re-concentrating his will.
