"I'll ask you one more time, who the hell are you, and why are you invading our world?"
Wu Xiaode stood in the sea and shouted loudly.
In the sky.
The black skull stood upon the ridge of the Flying Dragon, holding up its staff with a cold laugh:
"Me? It should be 'we'!"
Around the staff, the Void brimmed with a dense swarm of black skulls, their eye sockets blazing with soul fire, covering the sky as they looked down upon Wu Xiaode.
Pupil Skill·Luohoutu Manluo!
Thousands of dark threads shot down, weaving an impenetrable net towards Wu Xiaode.
The moment the first dark thread came shooting, Wu Xiaode moved.
He pressed down on the Ying Yuan Sword and skimmed across the sea.
Thousands of rays kept coming, but were blocked by bronze hands that emerged in the Void.
Whenever a bronze hand missed a dark thread, Wu Xiaode would swing his long sword during his rapid charge, sending the thread flying away.
Boom!!!
