HUMMMMM...
The Demon Slaying Sword vibrated constantly, its Artifact Spirit frantically seeking help from Shen Mo through their mental connection.
Lin Zhaozai's mountain-sized rib wound pulsed with an evil light. Dark blood oozed out continuously, and the white bones seemed alive, clinging to the sword's body, attempting to assimilate the Spirit Sword, to make it part of the ribs.
"Universal Demon Slaying!"
The next moment, Shen Mo grasped the hilt, his vast True Yuan pouring from his body as he executed the Demon Slaying Sword Style.
This unleashed a torrent of nature's spiritual energy, which surged like a tidal wave into the Demon Slaying Sword. It was further blessed with the power of heavenly tribulation, causing the blade to be covered in profound Dao runes that shimmered with lights representing various disasters.
"CLANG!"
The sword light surged intensely.
