After completing this attack, Su Yu's right hand had already shattered to her shoulder.
" He " took a deep breath, and countless human-shaped black smoke immediately climbed out of " His " internal organs. These black shadows moved toward " His " broken arm, healing it.
Su Yu had to admit that if she was alone, she would have been in a passive position. She needed time to heal, and this was the opportunity for her opponent to continue attacking.
He endured the pain in his right arm. While he was healing, his left hand reached out to his chest and grabbed the blood-red True Life and Death Book tightly. With a pinch of his little finger, he clamped the pitch-black pen that could decide life and death.
Xia Ji was nowhere to be seen.
The dharma ball that was constantly flowing around had already been drowned by the raging waves of the endless sea of swords.
It was like a confrontation between two countries.
