Under the attack of the Soul-Destroying Finger, although the strange shadow became fainter and fainter, it could not be eliminated for a while.

As soon as the attack stops, the opponent's breath will immediately recover.

If the other party were to seize a chance to counterattack, neither he nor Xiao Qingmo would survive.

So he can only fight hard.

The origin of the soul is repeatedly overdrawn, and there is a possibility of collapse at any time.

The same goes for Xiao Qingmo.

The nine clones have all turned into skeletons, and their vitality has reached the critical point of being cut off.

"hold onto!"

Chen Lin shouted loudly.

Mobilizing all the remaining soul sources, the soul-destroying finger's light was as dazzling as the sun, attacking the strange shadow.

"you are vicious."

Feeling the arrival of death, the strange shadow sounds became dull.
Chapter completed!