The blood patterns on the sword's spine writhed madly, like countless enraged venomous snakes.
It never anticipated that this seemingly obedient host had been secretly stirring trouble from the beginning.
Hearing the Overlord Sword's response, Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng realized they were exposed.
Although they weren't sure exactly how they were exposed, the current problem was that the Overlord Sword was enraged.
"What do you want, to devour your host, have you lost your mind?!"
Since they were already exposed, Jiang Cheng decided not to pretend anymore.
"Devour the host? Do you think you have the ability to resist my strength?"
Blood mist gathered in front of the sword's edge, gradually forming a grim ghostly face, its gaping mouth faintly revealing countless howling former hosts struggling within.
The ground cracked, and fragments of stone rose against gravity, forming a force field around the Overlord Sword.
"Insolent one, attack!"
