The Jinghong Sword in his hand erupted with brilliant light once more, brought down from above with the absolute resolve to annihilate everything!
This strike was faster and stronger than the last!
However, Akayle, seated upon the throne, didn't even spare him a glance.
SPURT!!!
An even more ghastly, terrifying sword gash stretched from Zhang Daoming's own left shoulder down to his right abdomen, nearly cleaving him in two diagonally!
A torrent of blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing down and staining the ghastly white bone throne crimson.
Zhang Daoming could no longer remain airborne and crashed heavily to the ground, his aura instantly withering to a critical low.
The most unanswerable ability of the Curse Bone Race...
Damage Transfer!
As the progenitor of the Curse Bone Race, it was as simple as breathing for Akayle to use such an ability.
"In this world..."
"There is nothing that can harm me."
Upon seeing this, everyone's hearts sank to the depths.
