Chapter 2777

The bronze halberd in the giant's hand crumbled into dust upon contact with the fearsome sword beam, and so did the giant. A single strike destroyed that once-mighty giant into a myriad of little fragments. The relentless sword beam surged toward Sachin at high speed, causing him to feel a profound sense of dread. He realized that it was no longer possible to secure victory over Severin, and his only hope was to make a hasty retreat. He took a deep breath and bit the tip of his tongue. He then spat out some blood that had been infused with vitality. The blood turned into mist and almost seemed to gain a mind of its own as it melded with the surrounding black fog around him. Once the mist absorbed Sachin's life essence, it erupted into a towering column of light. Soon, the light formed a massive black skull. Sachin's complexion drained of color after spitting out the blood, and his complexion resembled that of a sick person. He then formed a series of hand seals and used them to man