Now, the little girl would rather inflict a thousand damages on the enemy and eight hundred on herself just to seal this fate design, and the black-robed figure finally began to panic.
Though this fate design was becoming more and more of a burden in his hands, a good thing is still a good thing, and even if it's burdensome, it still has its uses.
What's more, if it were to be sealed just like that, the impact on him would be no small matter.
Su Nanzhi had concluded her hand seals, and the Black Phoenix's phantom image had temporarily lost its combat capability, its head drooped as if ready to sleep.
The black-robed figure naturally wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. He shook the scepter in his hand, and the red Blood Crystal Stone at the top suddenly exploded with a dense blood mist, charging straight toward the Black Phoenix phantom.
It was clearly a contest of strength.
