When those voices shouted, they brought with them sinister laughter. These bouts of laughter harbored no malicious intent towards Su Ming. After all, there was aura of death about Su Ming's body, so he was a part of Yin Death Fog.
But it was different for that blue sword. The pressure it had to withstand was incredibly great. It was especially so when the three waves of pressure had knocked into it earlier; it had almost been unable to withstand those blows just now.
The three waves of mighty pressure that were as powerful as the mighty in the Third Step brought with them a barbaric and murderous air as they forced a wave of Yin Death Aura into the blue sword. The sword had then let out a whistle that screamed that it had found what they did to be unbearable.
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Su Ming is so crazy here I like it.