C1521 Heteromorphism

"You're relying on them?"

Yue Xian looked at Wang Shuo calmly, his crescent wheel flying, once again forcing Wang Shuo to retreat.

Wang Shuo smiled indifferently, "Not really, but it's more than enough to kill over ten thousand soldiers."

Silver threads danced in the air within Yin Meizhisheng's eyes. This was a soul attracting thread, able to enter a person's eyes and devour their soul