On the battlefield outside Wanze City, spiritual light flashed in all directions, and the thunderous roar of battle was deafening.
The battle between Zhao Yun and the Black Robe Elder grew ever more intense. Zhao Yun's spear was like a nimble flood dragon, constantly breaking through the Black Giant Dragon's defenses.
The Black Robe Elder refused to be outdone. He increased his output of spiritual power, and the scales on the Black Giant Dragon became increasingly distinct, each one glinting with an eerie black light as its attacks grew even more powerful.
Seizing the moment, Zhao Yun leaped high into the air. He gathered all his spiritual power into his spear, which instantly transformed into an enormous pillar of light and shot straight toward the Black Robe Elder and the Black Giant Dragon.
Sensing the terrifying power of this strike, the Black Robe Elder's expression turned grave. His hands rapidly formed seals as he loudly chanted an ancient incantation. The Black Giant Dragon's body instantly expanded several times over and crashed head-on into the pillar of light.
Boom! An earth-shattering explosion rang out as a spiritual power shockwave spread in all directions. The surrounding mountain ranges trembled, and some small hills were directly razed to the ground.
Both Zhao Yun and the Black Robe Elder were blasted backward by the immense force.
Zhao Yun steadied himself in midair, the fighting spirit in his eyes blazing even more fiercely.
The Black Robe Elder's gaze was gloomy, and his aura was somewhat disordered.
"Boy, you do have some skill, but today, you must die," the Black Robe Elder roared. He decided to hold nothing back and prepared to use his full strength.
Zhao Yun sneered. "Then come. Let's see who dies and who lives."
He gripped his spear tightly, ready to receive