Lucky

There was no intense collision as expected, no dazzling brilliance, only the sound of a bubble being popped.

However, following this slight sound, the buzzing sound that filled the sky suddenly stopped. At the same time, the bone-chilling sensation that he had been feeling suddenly disappeared.

Holding the water-drop sword, Li Ming, who was prepared to take on a fight to the death, was left not knowing what to do.

The crystal bead that had been hit turned into a transparent ball of light, and the terrifying black yin thorn disappeared in the blink of an eye like a clay ox entering the sea.

The ball of light carried the remnants of its power as it charged toward the yin fiend. The yin fiend seemed to have been hit by an immobilizing spell and was motionless.