Unable to think too much, Chen Xuan's voice became heavy and hoarse, a sinister laugh echoing endlessly.
Simultaneously, a sudden change occurred.
Behind him suddenly unfolded eight crimson arms formed from incense flames.
The outlines of the arms were somewhat fragmented and hollow, because Zheng Chengcheng had just interrupted the opponent's absorption of incense power.
Among the eight arms, two stretching from each side of the neck were the most robust and substantial.
Chen Xuan's Fourth Grade True Martial had already been pulled out, and these two arms lifted the sword high over the head.
In the next moment, enormous demonic qi engulfed in crimson flames assembled on the sword, causing Zheng Chengcheng to break out in a sweat.
The momentum of this sword descending, he was sure he couldn't withstand...
Whoosh—!
As the crimson sword edge fell, the entire room suddenly collapsed into a bloody vertical line.
