Yaozhe's eyes were filled with anger as he snorted.
"Clang" Silver Strings emerged from the blade and wrapped around Yunxiao's hands like vines.
Yaozhe's face lit up with joy, and he said ferociously, " "The warm-up is almost over. I'm so disappointed."
Yunxiao's eyes were fixed on the Silver Strings, and his expression remained unchanged. He still clenched the blade with both hands and said, " "What, you're going to admit defeat?"
"Haha, you're so funny." Yao Zhe laughed coldly. the sound string on my demonic blade was condensed from a wisp of sound that drifted in the ancient times when the world was first created. It was condensed into a string by the ancestors of the demon race. It can destroy anything!
He sneered sarcastically and said, " "Gong!"
The Silver Strings trembled and let out a long, drawn-out sound as they suddenly slashed at Yunxiao.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Yunxiao's arms exploded one after another, turning into green smoke and clouds.
