Xuanyuan Moxie eyed him with predatory intent. If he suffered a serious injury, the latter could slay him with a single strike, leaving him defenseless and doomed.
"Evil Soul Slaughter Banner, suppress it for me!"
At the critical moment, Mo Xue Ming waved a large hand, and a banner adorned with a skull totem, emitting sinister Yin energy, suddenly flew out.
Ha ha ha!
Dark, oppressive demonic qi surged skyward from the Soul Slaughter Banner. Within the demonic qi, countless evil ghosts and malicious spirits cackled shrilly, sending chills down one's spine.
Rustle, rustle!
A chilling wind blew, and the world suddenly turned eerie and foreboding. The sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking out the sun, leaving only the grim ghostly energy across the desolate lands.
"This... this is!"
"The Evil Soul Slaughter Banner, it's a magic treasure of Emperor Abyss Palace! How could it be in Mo Xue Ming's hands?!"
