"Is there more?"
Zhang Hai's complexion changes again. The Illusory Fire Cauldron shrank, the Illusory Fire within leapt up without time to morph into a weapon. It collided directly with the falling Xuan Huang Qi.
Boom boom boom!!
The Illusory Fire dispersed, recurring back into the Fire Cauldron. The entire Fire Cauldron was devoid of aura. This heirloom treasure of the Zhang family, an upper-tier talisman, had taken successive strikes from top-tier and upper-tier Spiritual Talismans, over half of it was already ruined.
Zhang Hai had no time to grieve.
Because from the corner of his eye, an incoming purple long sword was already on its way. The destructive aura on the sword now seemed like a physical entity, making his heart leap.
He would die.
Truly die.
Under this deadly crisis, without the seconds thought, he directed the eighth spiritual talisman in his hand - which was close to exhaustion and had initially been intended for Han Yi - towards the incoming sword.