"Damn it!"
Staring at the Magma Chains, which showed no signs of losing momentum, Shen Haoran cursed under his breath and immediately shot backward in retreat. The aura emanating from the chains made his heart pound; if they so much as touched him, he would likely be bound in place just like Xue Ling.
Shen Haoran flew rapidly around the high platform, but the Magma Chains behind him clung to him like a persistent shadow, impossible to shake off. The lava ocean below roiled violently as one Fire Dragon after another surged out to attack him, making his situation utterly miserable.
"Damn it! You think I'm some kind of pushover just because I haven't shown my claws?" Shen Haoran suddenly halted his frantic flight, spun around, and roared in fury. Fierce Sword Qi converged upon the Soul-devouring Sword in his hand. In an instant, a colossal, violet-black longsword materialized behind him.
"One Sword Asura!"
