Ding Ling remained unmoved.
But the speed of his ten fingers flicking kept getting faster!
Whiz! Whiz!
It was like the Death God urging souls, more like Yama demanding life, calling for your death before midnight, without any chance of letting you live till dawn.
Only the dense swishing sound was heard crossing the Celestial Extreme, and upon looking again, a ground of fallen soldiers lay before them.
The Golden Wheel Dharma King was furious, without a word, he shook his hand, boom! Five wheels were simultaneously thrown towards Ding Ling's direction.
The wheels spun incredibly fast in the void, constantly rotating, flipping, crisscrossing, perfectly coordinated like a small elite team arranged in formation.
As they sliced through on their way, one flagpole was effortlessly cut off by one of the wheels, showing the wheels' sharpness at a glance.
The five wheels spun like lightning, directly targeting the vital spots around Ding Ling.
