Boom!
The aura of blades and swords screeched piercingly.
The strike was about to fall on Mohist's head, making Tian Yi, who was secretly watching the battle, unbearably anxious.
Why isn't he fighting back yet?
Instead, the experts on the Qin Dynasty's side were utterly calm.
"Shatter!"
At this moment, a blinding light burst forth in Mohist's deep eyes.
He clenched his right hand and punched upward toward the top of his head.
Rumble—!
A series of explosions rang out.
Clearly Mohist had thrown only a single punch, yet the fist imprints produced were endless, like universe after universe, with countless living beings roaring, countless gods and demons howling, countless Daos revealing their divine might.
Wherever the fist imprints passed, all starry skies, all blade auras, all Sword Qi were annihilated.
"Die!"
Protector Qing's expression changed again, his killing intent soaring as he directly hurled his war blade and war sword.
