Although Dagan had many powerful cultivators on its side, most were only in the Spirit Transformation Realm. There were merely a dozen or so Spirit Severing Realm experts.
Suddenly facing the fierce assault of Zhao Yun, Zhao Wushan, and the black-robed shopkeeper, they fell into disarray and lost their footing.
The battle between Lin Bingchun and Zhao Yun grew increasingly intense. Their figures crisscrossed through the air so swiftly that only streaks of spear shadows and flashing lightning could be seen.
Sweat already covered Zhao Yun's forehead. He was secretly shocked; he had never expected Lin Bingchun's strength to be so formidable.
He had used every trick up his sleeve, yet he still could not gain the upper hand.
Lin Bingchun truly deserved to be called the Dagan War God. His title as a war god was no empty boast.
The more Lin Bingchun fought, the braver he became, as though he intended to vent all the fury of being unable to break the formation upon Zhao Yun.
How could Zhao Yun retreat so easily? He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power within him began to circulate madly.
The lightning on the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder Spear shone ever more brilliantly, as if it were about to tear the very sky apart.
He let out a roar and unleashed a powerful attack.
At the spear tip, a massive purple lightning sphere rapidly condensed.
Within the lightning sphere seemed to lie a power capable of destroying everything.
That power surged toward Lin Bingchun, and space itself seemed to twist wherever it passed.
Feeling that immense power bearing down on him, Lin Bingchun's expression turned grave.
He did not dare show the slightest carelessness. The spear in his hand danced faster, forming an impenetrable defensive barrier before him.
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