His body swelled suddenly, black fog gushed out in an instant, and within a radius of one mile, it was completely enveloped in the black mist.
"Black Hell, Return of a Thousand Swords."
Suddenly, hundreds of millions of sword auras erupted like endless waves, rushing towards Xiao Qiang's body.
"Die for me!" Howled Zhang Kuang, who seemed to be on the brink of death, but at this moment, he roared with a ghastly expression.
This was his most potent magic spell. Even if it didn't kill Xiao Qiang, it would mean his death. However, under the endless black sword light, how could Xiao Qiang possibly survive?
The sword lights were like snows, crazily piercing into Xiao Qiang's body, wielding surging power. Zhang Kuang, with his fierce demeanor, roared as if he had already seen Xiao Qiang being torn to pieces.
At this moment, a foot suddenly stretched out of thin air.
Thud!
