The city was on the verge of collapse.
Golden Sun had ignited Cang City, and blazing fire dragons could be seen everywhere.
Rumble—!
Flames flashed explosively, soaring into the heavens. Tyrannical power tore even the sky apart, leaving a horrifying, jagged wound in the layers of clouds...
Within the blazing light.
A figure stood where he was, his back straight as a sword.
And opposite him.
Another figure stood leaning on his blade, swaying unsteadily.
Yue Fengjiang!
Unlike his earlier imposing manner.
At this moment, Yue Fengjiang's pupils reflected the flames filling the sky. Scorching heat rushed toward him, and beads of sweat ran down his temples.
What powerful, majestic strength.
Was this the Yang Attribute?
What One Blade Fire Burial? This was clearly Golden Sun Overwhelms the World!
His blade technique was like a blazing sun falling over Cang City. No one else could possibly compare!
With this blade technique, as long as he was struck even once, he would instantly be reduced to ashes!
But strangely.
The Undertaker before him seemed to have deliberately struck wide. As his thoughts raced, another slash came straight at him.
Boom—
The blade grazed his cheek. Yue Fengjiang immediately raised his blade to block, his hair severed. The next second, his pupils contracted sharply.
In an instant.
The dazzling golden light compressed into a single line, beginning from Fang Yi's blade tip and piercing through the entire sky!
The long blade in Yue Fengjiang's hand actually began to melt slowly... In the blink of an eye, it became a pool of molten iron!
"I gave the Spirit Association ten minutes."
A clear voice came from overhead.
The young man's voice was calm, yet his words were like a devil's whisper, bringing endless pressure.
In an instant, Yue Fengjiang understood everything.
His entire