Zhang Rongfang leaped up, as if he had long anticipated this move.
With a swish, a swath of Spiritual Lines sliced through the two large trees around them.
In an instant, the trees tilted and fell, branches and leaves crashing down, scattering a rain of foliage.
Zhang Rongfang soared over Sang Lan's head, his palm striking down like lightning.
Another Immortal Technique: Dark Rainbow.
The blood mist transformed into a rainbow of light, descending directly onto Sang Lan's upturned face.
Ah!!!
With a scream, Sang Lan clutched his face and retreated suddenly, caught off guard.
"My face!! My eyes!!!"
He roared, releasing his hands, revealing a face that was completely ulcerated and blackened, with his eyes and nose half corroded away.
"Die! Die! Die!!!!"
This strike finally made Sang Lan abandon all restraint.
He spread his arms wide, and large Spiritual Lines extended from them, lengthening into two whips over ten meters long, which he began to sweep around madly.
