"Attack!"
Zuo Daoist's face was grim. He abruptly yelled, unable to simply watch any longer. In just a few short breaths, Ling Chen had advanced two Realms consecutively. If they waited any longer, there was no telling what might happen.
"Soul Severing Knife!"
The Black Demon General drew a black knife. Its blade glowed with a dark, translucent light, shimmering with an extremely strange hue. With the flow of True Qi, what seemed to be the moans of spirits echoed from the knife's aura.
This knife was a Famous Magical Daoist Knife, allegedly refined from the blood and bones of many powerful individuals and Exotic Beasts.
Demonic Knife in hand, sparing neither gods nor ghosts.
The Black Demon General suddenly swung his knife, its blade letting out a long cry. It seemed as though a bloodthirsty zombie had stepped out of its grave, shattering its coffin. Everyone felt the Demonic Knife's thirst for fresh blood.
The Despair Knife, the Blood Drink Knife.
