One strike had yielded no result.
The white bones retreated explosively.
It returned to its original form.
The King of the Mad Clan propped the white-bone greatsword on his shoulder, pounded his chest hard, and beckoned to Zhurong.
It actually seemed to be signaling for Zhurong to attack.
On the other side of the stone bridge, Bai? and the others could not help letting out a soft cry when they saw this.
Jing Yu exclaimed, "Seriously? It's actually provoking the captain."
Murong Xuan gave a dry chuckle. "As expected of the King of the Mad Clan. It's really mad."
At that moment.
Zhurong dragged its sword forward, neither hurried nor slow, its Aura concealed and unreleased.
The surrounding aliens all moved aside, because this was the opponent the king had chosen to fight. They had no right to interfere.
Besides, one Fire Yang True Lord was already enough to keep them busy. Where would they find the time to target Zhurong?
Thus, Zhurong passed through unhindered and soon arrived before the Mad King.
The two faced each other, eye to eye.
Luo Yan watched the Mad King through the panoramic viewport.
The Mad King tilted its head slightly and stared at Zhurong.
Then Zhurong moved.
The Changli greatsword, which had been dragging along the ground, suddenly sprang up. Crimson flames rippled across it as it carved out a full arc and slashed toward the Mad King's neck.
An arm thrust between the two.
The Mad King raised its hand to block Changli's greatsword.
At the same time, the bone sword on its shoulder sprang up and hacked toward Zhurong's head.
The mecha's left hand caught the wrist holding the sword, preventing the bone sword from descending any farther.
Changli's greatsword, however, severed the Mad King's arm. Its momentum did not