Two mighty Primordial Spirits clashed, appearing equally matched, but Su Changkong knew that given time, he would certainly win!
Indeed, after consecutive collisions, the faint-black Yuan Spirit started to falter.
But just when Su Changkong thought he was about to triumph, the faint-black Yuan Spirit, as if enraged, also transformed into a blade shape—a long sword radiating a dark metallic luster, commanding and majestic!
"Uh-oh, not good!"
Su Changkong's pupils contracted, sensing an extreme danger.
The black sword had made its turn, dragging a dark streak through the air, disappearing in a flash like a World-destruction Demon Star.
"Hisss!"
The long swords, transformed from both Primordial Spirits, collided once more. At that moment, Su Changkong grunted, feeling waves of intense pain in his brain. Su Changkong's Blade-shaped Yuan God was blasted backward as if struck by a heavy hammer, uncontrollably morphing from its blade form back to human shape.
