Zack's body was suddenly pierced through. The bizarre Demon Sword erupted with bright white light, howling as it charged towards Yue Jinghua.
It arrived too quickly, many times faster than a bullet loaded in a chamber.
Endless fury and sorrow swept over her, Yue Jinghua had no chance to dodge. Just when the Great Sword was mere steps away from Yue Jinghua, something astonishing happened.
Yue Jinghua's eyes gleamed with a savage bloodthirst, and that grotesque and terrifying face, where the dormant Demon Mark burst forth like a silently blooming demon flower, she fixed her gaze on the sword, the corner of her mouth lifting with a bloodthirsty smile.
The moment the sword was about to pierce through Yue Jinghua's chest, it was abruptly grasped by her.
The Demon Mark, the strange patterns on the sword's blade, and the mark on her face all released a dazzling light. The Great Sword struggled continuously, trying to escape from Yue Jinghua's hand.
