Underneath that contradiction lies a peculiar beauty of foreign lands, greatly unveiling this person's understated yet introspective dark allure.
The moment the Divine Rune appeared, the aura of Hell's Wan Ge instantly surged three to four times.
The scythe's blade expanded threefold, directly transforming from a short-handled scythe into a long-handled hellish reaper scythe. With a swift step, it effortlessly and eerily sidestepped Shong Wannian's curved blade!
A flick of the wrist, a leaping slash!
Swish!
Shong Wannian barely had time to block with his curved blade.
Boom!!!
The back of the curved blade was struck by the scythe's edge.
On the corridor, a loud boom erupted, shattering the walls and windows. Shong Wannian's right arm holding the curved blade burst with blood, woosh!
Half-kneeling on the floor with a thud.
The ground was made of hard granite!
What immense power!
