BOOM…
With a deafening roar, the dark mist that had forced Shen Haoran back rapidly converged above Ghost Gui's head. A sinister wind whipped through Fallen Valley as violent gales began to howl.
Shen Haoran watched the continuously gathering dark mist, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. The aura was so powerful that even he felt a hint of a threat. 'It seems Ghost Gui isn't planning to drag this out any longer. He's going for the decisive blow!'
At this thought, Shen Haoran took a deep breath. With a flick of his wrist, the Soul-devouring Sword reappeared in his hand. Among all his current offensive techniques, the strongest was One Sword Asura, which he had obtained from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. His other skills were powerful, but given the circumstances, it seemed only One Sword Asura could block Ghost Gui's incoming attack.
