This blade was clean and precise.
Under the edge of the Living Iron, Tong Hui's head was directly split open.
But what emerged from the wound was not pinkish-white brain matter, but a stream of twisted, hazy black mist.
The same color as the surrounding black fog.
"Kill her, kill her!"
A voice echoed from the darkness, reverberating in the ears, unsettling the mind.
Murmurs.
These voices were essentially similar to the bizarre murmurs existing in the void, extremely grating to hear, making it hard for one to calm down.
Baiyu didn't think he could solve this "Black Moon Apostle" with just one slash.
Her recovery power was indeed astonishing.
Within just two or three seconds.
The wound on Tong Hui that had been split by the Great Guan Blade had already healed, with not a drop of blood spilled, seamless and spotless, showing no trace of having been split open.
"Useless, in the 'Celestial Erosion' state, I am invincible."
Tong Hui's expression was disdainful.
