A Weakness

The Eleventh Prince was now truly using his full power and it was very strong.

With the sphere covering him fading away, Lin Mu could feel the sheer amount of power exuding from the prince's body. The armor that he had created was on another level and Lin Mu could tell that it was not simple.

"Sky Thunder Shotel!" The prince called out as a bolt of lighting condensed in his hand.

The lightning transformed and turned into a gleaming Shotel. 

Lin Mu looked at the curved weapon and found it to be condensed from a mix of lightning energy and immortal Qi.

'This is different than his armor.' Lin Mu noticed while also staying alert.

"Now then… DIE!" The prince shot towards Lin Mu.

He swung the Shotel, its curved blade slithering around Lin Mu's neck trying to cut it.

~CLANG~