Mu Qing smiled at the words, casually flipping his single hand, revealing three blood-red beads.
Thumb-sized, sparkling and translucent.
Liu Zu then slightly shook his shoulders, and amidst flickering black light, two more arms grew on his back.
One hand held a triangular black token, while the other grasped a spindle-shaped blue treasure.
The original two arms then made a gesture in front, and with a "Puchi" sound, a black pillar of light was spat out from his mouth, flashing instantaneously towards the silver and red mist.
With a "boom," no one knew what sort of great divine skill the black light represented, but upon contact with the silver mist, it immediately showed signs of strain, bursting into a cacophony of buzzing noises.
Beside him, Mu Qing did not hesitate to raise a single hand.
Instantly, the three blood-red beads shot out in a line, transforming into three blood-colored fire thunders.