"Chop off one of my heads and I'll skin you, pull out your bones, and shatter your soul!"
Nine Heavens 'eight heads had a cold look on their faces. They held their battle Spears in front of them, and their auras grew stronger and stronger.
Yunxiao frowned in surprise. Nine Heavens had lost one head, but its aura had grown stronger.
"This is strange, Zhenzhen."
He cursed in his heart.
"Battle spear-ghost weep!"
kill! Nine Heavens cried out. The spear turned gloomy, and green light kept emerging from it, rising up and forming a huge ghost head in the air. It roared and rushed at Yunxiao.
Not only did the ghostly head exude a ghastly aura, but it also carried the sharp intent of a battle spear.
Yunxiao took out the mirror of sunset clouds and pointed it at the ghost head. The ghostly head suddenly grew in size and directly dispersed the mirror's light. It roared even louder.
"You're so filthy that even the sunset Cloud Mirror can't shine on you."
