Before Dragonhawk had a chance to react, he saw the scholar raise the strange weapon in his hand, aim it at his Dragon Guard, and unleash a torrent of flying swords like a raging storm.

A massive shield immediately appeared in his hand as he positioned it in front of his Dragon Guard to block the onslaught of flying swords. However, Dragonhawk immediately noted that the force being exerted on his shield was unusually light. At best, it could only be described as the level of a novice who just entered the Avatar stage. However, the flying swords were all imbued with a layer of ice-cold energy, and its level of existence was exceptionally high, instantly coating him in a thin layer of frost.

Dragonhawk’s body grew slightly numb. Not only were his movements sluggish, but even his perception had slowed down by a third. Instantly, a sense of foreboding surged within him!

At that moment, the shadow in the moon continuously spilled out otherworldly fortune, which was then absorbed by the girl Yin Yang. Her eyes slowly opened, and Dragonhawk’s figure became reflected in her pupils!

Dragonhawk let out a panic-stricken scream—which cut off abruptly. A streak of bright red sword light had swept across his body instantly!

Yin Yang vanished after that. Dozens of wisps of otherworldly fortune were barely enough for her to strike once.

Last time, when the old ghost from the lost clan had crashed into the Great Realm, it had been pure bad luck on his part. Since her sentience was formed, she expended far less...