The pitch-black death line pierced through the air, silent and deadly, yet carrying the malice of piercing the Divine Soul and corroding vitality. Wen Jiu and Wu Fanshanhai were surprised but undisturbed, each employing their techniques.
Wen Jiu's figure remained motionless, his Star Hidden Robe circulating a hazy glow, subtly distorting the space within three feet around him. The two black lines shooting towards him slowed abruptly as they encountered the glow, as if trapped in invisible mud, their deathly energy and corrosive power were gradually consumed and neutralized. Meanwhile, he flicked his fingers, releasing a condensed gray-golden gust of wind that precisely hit the node where the two black lines intersected. The birth and death Dao rhyme contained within the wind exploded, severing and annihilating both black lines simultaneously!
