The object that shot out was precisely the Dark Marrow Flying Dagger refined from the Black Marrow Drill. This dagger moved with such speed that it was unsurpassed among all of Han Li's magical artifacts.
No sooner had it been released than it already fiercely pierced into the whirlwind.
It was as if a bowl of scalding hot oil had been met with a splash of cool water! The moment the dagger plunged into it, the whirlwind suddenly came to life, as the black vortex inside twisted and deformed, followed by a "rumble." The sphere's surface began to unevenly bulge, and the nearby chaotic spiritual pressure seemed like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to explode at any moment.
This scene abruptly halted the triumphant laughter of the woman in black armor, while Silvermoon, after a brief consideration, recalled something and her beautiful eyes shone with relief as she exhaled deeply.
