The Shadow Hong Saber was in his hand, as familiar to him as his own limbs, without the slightest obstruction.
The Evil Qi in his body became denser and heavier.
Yet the corporeal form of Piao Miaoxu was also gradually beginning to dissipate, to go silent and extinct.
As one waned, the other waxed.
Piao Miaoxu's eyes darkened even further.
"Damn it..."
"Why... Why can he use this kind of Sword Skill..."
"Why is it effective against the Dark Alien Race..."
"Clearly, he couldn't possibly have been here before..."
Piao Miaoxu gritted her teeth.
This damn creature, just like back then, always managed to display some unimaginable ability at the critical moment.
She remembered, during that great battle, while Heroine Yan Qingwu had injured one of her arms, she clearly had also hit her opponent's vital points, but somehow the latter survived, employing an unknown method.
And the other two as well.
