The air was filled with a towering killing intent. As soon as Han Xin bolted towards the monsters, three large stars rose from behind his back, all emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the surroundings. One of them was full of sharp edges, the Seven Killing Star; one was pitch black in color and looked like a black hole, the Greed Star; and the last one was red as blood, with countless ghosts crying and wailing in it, the Vanquisher Star.
With bright tails that measured thousands of feet long, the Seven Killing Needles pierced through the air, landing over and over again on the thirty-six burly figures like a fierce storm. Layers of white light kept springing up, then cracking and shattering, filling the air with thunderous booms that made Han Xin's body tremble violently. His armor of Greed shone with a cold gleam while both of his Vanquisher swords thrust into the air, flashing and slashing.
