As he recited the spell, magic chains in the night sky began crisscrossing and interweaving, resembling winding streams of starry glow.
"Weakness, decay, death!" he murmured, as if speaking with divine authority, impacting the arrangement and distribution of spiritual material and Tao rhythm in the world.
His triple True Word power began to envelop his opponent.
Qin Ming indeed felt discomfort; it seemed as though this land was draining his spirit, and as those glowing magic chains descended, the problem worsened.
Yet, as a sword cultivator, what did he have to fear? One sword could break them!
Zheng!
The Great Witch's magic chains were partially severed by the eight-colored Sword Evil; sword light surged upward, slicing continuously in the void, while the expanding sword domain also twisted the night sky, breaking those silver rune chains.
