Chapter 1222: Empress’s Judgment
The shadow soldiers poured out toward Wang Zikai like the sharp strokes of calligraphy on the vast golden paper. Wang Zikai clenched his right fist. Two bone stings extended from his knuckles, running several times longer than they had been before his awakening. From afar, the bone stings and their strange glow looked like a lightsaber.
Dragging it across the mirror surface, Wang Zikai slowly walked toward the legion of shadows.
The first soldier swung a giant axe at Wang Zikai’s face with its burly build. A fleeting thin red arc flashed like the afterimage seen when rubbing one’s eyes. It was a move too quick to be captured.
The soldier looked like a stutter in frames. Then it spilled into ink away from Wang Zikai.
While invisible, Hong Xiaoxiao felt a chilling stab of pain. The destruction caused a backlash against the master of the shadow soldiers. She steadied herself and continued to manipulate her legion.
The splattered ink quickly re-emerged into humanoid form and charged at Wang Zikai once more. The other shadow soldiers each made their moves, too.
Wang Zikai strolled along, his right arm turning into grey afterimages as red arcs flashed around him. Every flash was a precise attack with energy ripples that destroyed the shadow soldiers while keeping the splattering potent poison away from him. The shadow crumbled and reshaped before crumbling once more like recycled ink. Every death was a blow to their master.
Gradually, the shadow soldiers began to lose their shapes. The powerful calligraphy became wonky graffiti. While they continued to occupy Wang Zikai, their goal was no longer attacking him, but buying time.
A giant three-dimensional skull had formed above them, opening its mouth to swallow Wang Zikai and the shadow soldiers.
Wang Zikai stopped and frowned. Right, mosquitoes stung.
Thump. Potent energy exploded from his chest. Following the heartbeat that could instill despair in all living creatures, the space around him halted for an impossible moment.