Once she launched such an attack, Shen Feixue would be beyond saving.
What other ways could he save his own life?
Wu Xiaode thought for a few moments, feeling utterly hopeless.
Suddenly.
He noticed the Book of the Dead floating nearby, with lines of tiny characters continuously appearing:
"You have expended 2 points of Soul Power;"
"You have expended 2 points of Soul Power;"
"You have expended 2 points of Soul Power;"
"..."
That's it.
He still had one last move, one that he had been preparing since he first met Long Aotian.
—He didn't know to what extent the Ying Yuan Sword's power had reached after being infused with so much Soul Power.
But it had always been hidden by the silent Demon Mist, concealing all its energy and traces; he had even forgotten to check its condition.
In the current situation, it was not the time to check, perhaps later.
Time passed.
Shen Feixue finished her steak and couldn't help but stretch languidly, a tired expression on her face.
