Suddenly, the entire archive's lights flickered all at once.
Like a blink.
Just for a moment.
Yet after that momentary flicker, the blood-red blade had already pierced through the guard's chest.
Pan Ying!
In the hands of the orthodox group, Pan Ying sang with a tremor, the blood flames burst forth and swept over, three Sacrificial Master emblems instantly lit up, and under Old Tang's superb control, erupted!
Fungus Group is the system, Erosion finds no gap; Scar is the surface, leaving unhealable wounds; Blood Arm is the core, pushing One Sword to an all-out terrifying intensity.
Not even time to blink.
"——"
The guard instinctively wanted to make a sound, but felt he had lost connection with the Heavenly Essence Law he tied into, the archive's Matrix and Secret Ritual.
Suddenly severed from the archive's close-knit integration.
Unbelievable.
