Qin Ming shrank his body, sidestepped, the Five-Colored Armor shining, his right fist blazing as he struck toward this opponent.
At the same time, Zhou Wenchuan swung the Netherworld Blade, also attacking violently; the entire Void seemed about to be frozen solid by that icy chill, as if they had entered the Netherworld.
Qin Ming's heart tightened; the situation was extremely unfavorable for them. The target had a special weapon, and they hadn't taken him down in the first instant—this was a huge problem.
Moreover, the Taoist attainments of the two Saints were frighteningly high, and their combat talent was astonishing.
Qin Ming plunged into the crowd, aiming to kill other Saints and throw their formation into chaos.
If he broke into their ranks, the Array's influence would be reduced.
He and Tang Yushang regrouped again and rushed together at those Saints.
On the spot, someone's body cracked like a turtle shell, half his torso covered in blood.
