Unexpectedly, this wave of Xuan Guang surged with unfathomable might. With a ripping sound, it severed half of his Xuan Guang Blood Hand. Li Weide felt a sharp pang in his heart, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he stumbled backward in the air, his expression drastically changing.
Focusing his gaze, he found the figure standing before him was none other than the junior he had been relentlessly pursuing!
Yet at this moment, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with electric brilliance, and above his head surged a cloud of two colors spanning over twenty zhang, akin to fire and light. Its form blazed fiercely, its sound resonated sharply. Observing from a close distance, an overwhelming, scorching heat surged forth, momentarily halting one's breath.
Li Weide's face revealed a mixture of shock, and he involuntarily exclaimed, "Xuan… Xuan Guang?"
