The moment the Ghost Warden King saw the green threads sweeping over, his ferocious eyes narrowed. He casually held the Wolf Fang Club horizontally before him, took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his mouth wide, letting out a roar that shook heaven and earth.
As soon as the roar left his mouth, the void in front of the Ghost Warden King twisted and blurred, actually forming a thick, translucent vacuum light shield.
The torrential rain of green threads struck it and silently sank into it one after another, vanishing like a clay ox entering the sea, without the slightest reaction.
When Han Li saw this scene, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. The azure longsword in his single hand merely trembled once more, then flashed and turned into a giant sword over a zhang long, which he swung in a slash toward the distant void.
