Yu Wen Tuo stared at the black phantom in the sky, gritting his teeth. "Is this the Secret Technique of that Sacred Weapon? Could it be... Death God's Descent?!"
"Death God's Descent?" Tuoba Rui abruptly drew the bandage-wrapped Giant Blade from his back and said grimly, "That's a fitting description. Although we don't need to worry about real danger in the Ding Palace, we'll still get hurt if we're caught in the shockwave of this Sacred Weapon Secret Technique. You'd better use some kind of protection."
Yu Wen Tuo didn't reply. For some reason, he felt the expression on the blue-haired man holding Wan Xian'Er was far too calm. Aside from a brief moment of shock after seeing the black phantom, he seemed completely unconcerned. That was especially true now. While everyone else was terrified, he was still whispering something to Wan Xian'Er.
