"Right side!" Ning Xin suddenly shouted, while retreating to stand behind her brother Ning Ze, gripping a yellow talisman, crumpling it into a ball before shooting it out as a hidden weapon.
Thump!
The yellow talisman ball hit in mid-air.
Gu Pan instinctively unsheathed her sword, the moment the blade emerged, it emitted a clear dragon chant, as pure as musical notes, and immediately shadows of broken swords like tombstones floated in the air.
The shadows quivered instantly, transforming into abstract small bulls, their heads roaring, hooves stepping on flying swords, trampling forward.
"Prison Bull Form!"
"Sword Tomb Intentions!"
The enemy was swift and strange, causing Gu Pan to use her full strength without any reservation when she attacked.
Though it seemed like a singular strike from a lone sword, it faintly created a scene of a thousand horses galloping, astonishing everyone.
