As he spoke, Xing Ba slammed a fist into the ground like he was beating a great drum.
The earth shook as if an earth ox were turning over in its sleep. Heaven and earth seemed to overturn, sending wave after wave of yellow soil surging up and crushing Lan Xiao, who was lunging forward in a frenzy.
Crush it again and again!
Suppress it again and again!
Taking advantage of the opening, Xing Ba charged straight at Dragon Fighting General.
Dragon Fighting General was cleaving through the tide of snakes and had no attention to spare for anything else.
But at that moment, "Zhurong," who had yet to withdraw from Divine Fusion Stance, stepped between them.
Calm and unhurried, he brought the heavy sword down.
The golden-white Six Ding Divine Fire blazed brilliantly, making Xing Ba's eyes ache.
He roared, "Brother!"
The lump of flesh on the general's shoulder let out a shriek. Its sinister, frigid aura slightly dimmed the light of the Six Ding Divine Fire.
Yet a brass-like radiance rippled across Xing Ba's fists. Then both fists shot out together, hammering the sword edge wrapped in divine fire.
Clang!
The Pine Pattern Heavy Sword was knocked slightly upward. The flames on the blade suddenly surged, almost tearing free of the sword.
The brass radiance on Xing Ba's fists shattered completely. A thin red line appeared across his knuckles, then split open, spraying streams of blood!
The general withdrew his fist, twisted his body, and rammed forward with his shoulder.
Bang!
"Zhurong" was sent flying backward.
Under Luo Yan's control, the mecha's feet seemed rooted to the ground. It merely retreated instead of being thrown into the air.
After sliding several hundred meters, it finally stopped.
By then, Xing Ba had already sent Dragon Fighting General flying with