Xiao Ming's expression turned grim as he gathered every ounce of strength he had left for one final, desperate strike.
He could feel his body weakening, his spirit qi nearly drained, but he refused to submit.
His lips parted as he uttered the name of his most formidable sword technique.
"Rustling Shadow Sword Art—Heaven Loses Light, Moon Descends: Moon Descending Sword!"
A brilliant sword ray erupted from the Heavenly Flame Sword, but it was more than just a mere beam of energy—it was a full moon, luminous and vast, streaking through the air like a divine judgment.
The sheer radiance of the technique illuminated the battlefield, casting long, eerie shadows as it surged toward Zi Xiang.
At the same time, Xue Mao did not remain idle. The feline's fur bristled as its body trembled violently, and with a deep, throaty sound, it spat out a small, glowing white bead.
A moment later—
BOOM!