"Shen Fu! This traitorous wretch!"
Wang Ba no longer hesitated, wielding the Skyfall Blade to strike thrice.
Frost-white blade lights fell consecutively.
The first two strikes resulted in nothing, but on the third, Han Yanzi's body shattered into countless ice shards.
In the sky, a torrential blood rain poured down as Han Yanzi's silhouette slowly emerged, his face seemingly filled with lament.
Wang Ba glanced around, his hand reaching into the pile of ice shards, retrieving a stone pearl into his palm.
"Class VI Sea Pearl?"
Yet, his face showed no joy of defeating an enemy or acquiring a prized treasure, only a continued heaviness.
He raised his hand and struck several times at the Blood Sacrifice Array, but the array remained completely unmoved, seemingly unaffected!
Wang Ba's expression slightly darkened.
He lingered not even for a moment.
As his thoughts moved, Divine Patterns appeared, and he vanished instantly from the spot.
...
Primitive Demonic Sect.
