High above.
Petals fell like rain, transforming into wisps of black mist, merging into the clear light like water.
The black light turned into a shadow, disappearing from sight in a flash, already a hundred miles away, fast enough to leave one dumbfounded.
Behind the black light was a golden sword light, transforming into a golden rainbow, crossing over mountains, closely following behind.
Only after a while did the sounds of thunderous explosions reach the ears, vibrating the eardrums.
"So fast, and the power is even stronger."
Chi Yangzi glanced at his broken Magic Sword, his heart aching while clicking his tongue in amazement.
Previously, when Daoist Mingyu appeared, amidst flashes of light and shadow, he was completely unable to respond, relying on instinctive crisis sensing to block a move.
Just like that.
The Red Sun Sword was broken, the Dharma Body scattered, nearly destroying the Dao Foundation...
The opponent's six arms were not merely additional hands.
