Even though he survived that wave of attacks, the remaining sound blades continued to gather like a storm cloud hovering over Xu Shu's head.
Facing such terrifying attacks, it seemed that no matter the means, nothing worked; only death awaited.
This truly seemed like a battle with a predestined outcome!
The Mummy sneered at the sight: "Running out of tricks! With only this much skill, dare you to boast in my presence?"
As a "Scribe", engaging the enemy within this eighty-meter or so range was the best distance.
'Fu Shi' had Xu Shu trapped, making him a stationary target.
He casually flicked, sending out dozens more "sever" sound waves aiming straight for Xu Shu's head to end the battle.
Yet, at this very moment.
Xu Shu's lips curled up: "Sorry, you've stepped in it."
As soon as the words fell, the Mummy's arm, plucking the strings, froze abruptly.
