Flesh and blood shattered, falling like rain, when suddenly a gray Light Spirit emerged from a cracked shell, hastily charging toward the Head-falling Ba behind it. Before it could even fuse, another stroke pierced the target.
The fusion speed of the dead Head-falling Ba couldn't match Yan Yu, who fired the Yin-Yang Dust Sword Qi quicker!
His fingers shifted rapidly, controlling the Yin-Yang Dust Sword Qi to penetrate from all directions continuously, and the cluster of Head-falling Ba became like a furious but clumsy bull, repeatedly pierced and pierced again by countless sword thrusts until its every muscle hadn't time to react before it was precisely and fiercely gouged out.
Yan Yu finally put away the sword technique, watching the last Head-falling Ba explode apart while the group of gray Light Spirits, left without any targets, circled around in the air in confusion for a while before all heading towards the east.
