The broken sword shook and rang out with wengweng sounds. It almost seemed like it was thirsting for the blood of a divine creature. Magnificent patterns appeared on the black sword bit by bit, and a deep profoundness was contained within them.
Shi Hao spared no effort in this final strike. Meanwhile, the Rain Deity’s projection did not open his eyes this entire time. He only raised a hand and slapped towards Shi Hao.
It was simply impossible to dodge because this was the void projection of a deity. The palm covered everything as it collapsed heaven and earth. Shi Hao was going to be grabbed.
Finally, the broken sword lit up. It was like a black sun as it hacked against that large hand. Moreover, it separated from Shi Hao on its own, and just like a black dragon, its cry shook the nine heavens as it engaged the large hand.
Bo!
