Er Ming climbed to his feet, pounded his chest with both fists, and let out a deafening roar toward the sky.
The sound echoed through the valley, like an ancient behemoth proclaiming its might.
The surrounding Soul Beasts heard the roar and fled into the distance in a panic, not daring to look back.
Er Ming stared fixedly at Xiao Yun, his arms hanging at his sides, his huge palms pressed against the ground like a savage beast about to pounce on its prey.
The muscles in his hind legs tensed, ready to spring at any moment.
At the same time, Da Ming burst out of the lake.
His entire body was drenched, and his enormous serpentine form unfurled through the air. His dark teal scales glinted coldly beneath the moonlight.
The instant he rose from the lake, the droplets flung up by his body suddenly froze in midair with a low growl—then his tail slammed into the water, and those droplets transformed into countless sharp swords that rained down on Xiao Yun.
At the same time, Er Ming smashed both hands into the ground—earthen spikes erupted everywhere, thick rock spikes crazily thrusting upward from beneath Xiao Yun's feet at treacherous angles.
They truly were brothers who had lived together for years. This pincer attack from above and below was flawlessly coordinated.
Xiao Yun's Spiritual Sense had long since covered the entire battlefield. The trajectory of every droplet and the point where every earth spike would emerge were crystal clear to him.
With a thought, a longsword appeared in his hand. As his wrist turned, sword light wove a watertight net around him like a flowing ribbon, precisely shattering every incoming water sword.
Lingbo Weibu flashed beneath his feet as his figure darted through the dense earthen spikes, every step