"Seeking your own demise!"
The blood fire raged and surged, gathering and transforming, like a strange giant eye suddenly opening, locking onto Ji Jue fiercely, the Mutated Transformation of Slaughter bursting forth in its fury.
Wind Sweeping Cloud, Fire Fierce Wind Sweep, anticipate the enemy, these were battle-tempered skills honed in countless struggles and clashes, the powers of the three blessings fully integrated, all erupting in this strike.
In the instant of drawing the sword, it traversed a long distance, suddenly near at hand, burning a huge hole through the curtain of fog, slashing at Ji Jue's head.
Yet it stopped abruptly.
It halted before those two raised fingers.
As if waiting for him to come voluntarily,
effortlessly pinching the violent slash that could split mountains and rivers.
Unable to advance even an inch.
"Who?"
Ji Jue glanced at that livid face, "Is it you?"
Boom!
