C63 Life Is like a Bitter Tea

"Uh, uh..."

The Phantom Beast, having lost a portion of its flames to the lightning's assault, seemed inclined to retreat.

Zhou Ming swiftly pivoted his sword, conjuring several ethereal sword shadows that encircled the Phantom Beast, cutting off all avenues of escape.

"Buzz!"

A piercing buzz filled the night sky. The Phantom Beast clenched its palm, and the surrounding sword shadows