C1284 Xuanming birth and death mantra
"Swish!"
The long whip in Mo Jinqiu's hands tensed up like a pike, its peerless sharpness penetrating dozens of meters away, as if it was going to pierce a hole in Tang Huan's body. Behind him, the black wave rapidly dissipated. In the blink of an eye, the world returned to normal.
Tang Huan sneered in his heart. With just a light tap of the "Pure Yang Divine Sword"
