Faced with adversity, He Qiang still did not give up. He gritted his teeth, and a fierce glint flashed through his eyes.
"Secret Skill Thunder Strike!"
He suddenly gathered all the strength in his body onto the Thunder Mad Dragon Halberd. Countless tiny arcs of lightning frantically converged along the halberd's shaft, finally turning into an incomparably thick blade of lightning that carried the force to tear through the air as it suddenly cleaved toward the vast, surging tide of sword light.
Boom! The lightning blade and the tide of sword light collided fiercely in midair, erupting with an ear-piercing rumble and dazzling radiance.
Many streaks of sword light were forcibly split apart by the might of Thunder Strike, scattering in all directions, yet quite a few stubbornly pierced through the light blade and continued attacking He Qiang, only to be blocked by the lightning protective barrier.
Seeing this, Chen Jianzun curled his lips into a calm smile and chanted softly, "Fourth Soul Skill—Cloud Concealment Flowing Light."
As soon as he finished speaking, layer upon layer of delicate mist suddenly rose around him. The mist did not disperse with the wind as normal mist would, but was drawn by an invisible force, turning into specks of watery light that lightly merged into that magnificent tide of azure sword waves, adding a touch of mystery and agility to it.
At the same time, with a thought from Chen Jianzun, the sword lights that had previously been scattered by Thunder Strike were likewise drawn back by invisible ropes, gathering once more like wanderers returning home or weary birds returning to their nests, merging again into the torrent of the sword tide and making its power even more majestic, its momentum like a rainbow.
And the Water Essence Dragon, which had already defeated