Although Ling Qingxue had relied on the cushioning of the Heaven-Blending Silk and had not been sent flying outright like He Jinchuan, she was still shaken into retreating again and again by that terrifying force. Her blood and qi churned within her body, and her face turned somewhat pale.
The look she gave Chen Fei was filled with unprecedented gravity and apprehension.
Even with her and He Jinchuan's combined strength, they had still been beaten into this state?
Just then, a rampaging figure charged up once more.
"Chen Fei, take another axe from me!"
It was Zhan Wuji. Taking advantage of the gap while Chen Fei was fighting Ling Qingxue and He Jinchuan, he forcibly suppressed his injuries, swung the Heaven-Splitting Battle Axe again, and chopped toward Chen Fei.
Clang!
Chen Fei swung his halberd backhanded, and once again it collided with Zhan Wuji's Heaven-Splitting Battle Axe.
This time, Zhan Wuji finally was not sent flying.
But that was all—he had merely not been sent flying.
The Heaven-Splitting Battle Axe in his hands and Chen Fei's Chaos Long Halberd locked together in midair.
There was not the slightest joy on Zhan Wuji's face.
Because he knew that the reason he could block Chen Fei's halberd was not because his strength had grown, but because Chen Fei had just exchanged blows with Ling Qingxue and He Jinchuan in succession, and his power had been somewhat depleted.
Blue veins bulged over Zhan Wuji's arms, his muscles swelling as he pressed down with the strength of his entire body, trying to overpower Chen Fei. Yet no matter how hard he pushed, Chen Fei's long halberd was like the divine needle that fixed the sea in place, not moving an inch.
What startled him even more was that he could clearly sense Chen Fei's