"Swish!"
The pitch-black blade of light shot toward the Evil Spirit with incredible speed, slicing a thin, elongated mark into the ground. Its sheer power even made Luta take notice in awe.
"What?!"
The Evil Spirit had never in its wildest dreams expected that a mere low-level Undead Skeleton could unleash such a vicious move. For a moment, it panicked and hastily transformed into its shadowy wind form. However, before it could fully complete the transformation, the blade of light struck it directly, slicing the ethereal shadowy wind in two, causing over a thousand points of damage and forcing it back into its original form.
"Beautiful!"
Seeing this, Ling Wei felt deeply satisfied, shouting excitedly, "Skeleton, use that move a few more times and shred it to pieces!"
"Do you think that move comes without a price? Use it a few more times? Even if I drain myself dry, it's impossible to perform it again in such a short period!"
