Even the strongest mental light, can it withstand the dual attack of soul and will?
This time, Seven Kills Master was determined to win.
Though his figure was still far away, a will power brooding over the slaughter of all living beings had already invaded the minds of King Zhao Ming and his entourage...
King Zhao Ming cried out in pain, the white light around him struck as if by a giant hammer, growing significantly weaker. Worse still, the eunuch and the prime minister's radiance was torn by the Seven Kills will, their entire beings seemingly gripped and crushed to death by an invisible hand in the blink of an eye.
Shattered into a mist of blood and scattered flesh.
"You're laughing too soon."
Nobody noticed that amidst the battlefield's cacophony, a thick black mist, dark as ink and sweat, quietly drifted from the rear hall. Just as Seven Kills Master was about to pounce, it suddenly spread like lightning, enveloping King Zhao Ming.
