Feng Tianming's blade strike was filled with an overwhelming and majestic aura.
The Demonic Cultivators of the Demon Race have always favored this type of grand and vigorous battle style.
The blade light was dazzling, the demonic qi surged like waves, and the power far surpassed that of his previous move.
A suffocating oppressive feeling spread, accompanied by a chilling sensation that shook the soul.
"Let's see how you handle this move!" Feng Tianming roared angrily in his heart.
Whoosh!
Lu Qingshan moved.
He attacked instead of defending, with Black Blood tracing a blurry path in the air, the sword itself indistinguishable, leaving only a frosty line.
Boom!
Blinding light erupted on the battlefield as the two young prodigies collided once again.
It was akin to two waves crashing against each other, the momentum terrifying.
Their figures were completely covered by the dazzling blade and sword light, only two vague silhouettes could be seen.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
