And now, it's no use worrying about it.
Helplessly, Little Fuji could only pin all her hopes on the miraculous Zhang Ze.
"Wow, Zhang Ze, where are you?"
"Help, help, help, someone is really about to step on my foot this time!"
Hearing Fuji's cries for help, the Fairy in the colorful robe showed no change in expression.
From beginning to end, she kept her eyes on the Black Sword, attempting clumsily and in a way unbefitting of her status to seize the Black Sword.
As the blood mist gathered, a second and a third giant hand of flesh and blood formed.
The chase in one direction turned into a three-sided siege.
"Wow! Sword, sword! Move! Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root! Li's Swordsmanship! Zhang Family's Great Hammer Strike!"
Even though Fuji was a disciple of the Sword Sect, she raised the Black Sword and tried to muster all her life's learning to fight back.
