Weapon Spirit

"Blood Moon, that sounds good."

As they both agreed, Blood Moon resonated as both Ming Yue and Xue Yue felt their consciousness connecting. It was strange and surreal. 

Their minds were still intact but they could feel each other's emotions. 

Yin Bing just watched from the side, examining what was happening before the serpent. 

"How interesting..." she muttered. 

The resonating sword continued to make itself known and the entire lake trembled under its melodious ring. It had grown to a point where the Commanders took notice, Zi Jing, especially. 

"It's coming, isn't it? A weapon spirit? A cursed blade?" he muttered. 

His heart began to race with excitement. But that anticipation had gotten the best of him as his attacks slowed for just a second. And it was enough for the True Idol to take advantage of it. 

It lashed at him, swinging a fist out and releasing a lightning blast at the man. 

"Protect!"