"You... what are you planning to do?" Sword Bone asked, its voice shaking.
"Nothing much, just need a little favor from you." Mo Hua smiled, squinting his eyes like a fox.
Sword Bone stared into Mo Hua's friendly, harmless smile, but for some reason, cold fear kept creeping up from deep within its soul.
Without waiting for Sword Bone to refuse—though honestly, Sword Bone had no right to refuse—Mo Hua took out his brush and ink, dipped it into Spiritual Ink, and started to draw a Divine Lock Formation onto the White Bone Evil Sword.
The first stroke landed.
The Demon Sword's aura instantly dimmed a little.
Sword Bone, nested within the broken sword, suddenly felt the pressure double.
It was like someone had chained up its Blood Pool with a heavy iron lock.
Sword Bone was absolutely terrified.
"Boss, please, don't—"
But Mo Hua ignored him, calmly marking stroke after stroke onto the sword.
Each line felt like another thick chain was being added to the Bone Sword.
