However, this wasn't the end. Under Edison's terrified gaze, the curved sword in Zhao Hai's hand suddenly turned into a soft whip. On the head of the soft whip, there were some small hammers. Edison used his sword to block the attack. Just as the tip of the whip touched him, the head of the soft whip drooped down, and the hammer head struck his back.
Bang! Bang! Edison felt the blood power in his body churn. He could no longer control it and spat it out.
