Like a spark rolling through a searing wok,
like a flash flood bursting through a narrow valley,
Zhang Yang truly brought out every trick he had at this moment, because he knew how dangerous the situation was. For that 0.5% Law Concentration, he had taken far too great a risk this time.
Fireballs spun rapidly in Zhang Yang's hands before flying away. They were no larger than bowls in his palms, but when they shot thousands of meters into the sky at twice the speed of sound, each one had grown as large as a millstone. Then, after falling in an arc, each fireball expanded to more than twenty meters in diameter.
There were fifteen such fireballs. Like the morning stars that guided travelers, they instantly illuminated the direction of the assault.
That was right. While these fireballs inflicted tremendous damage on the bone monsters, they also pointed every soldier toward a direction in which to break through.
"Break out!"
After a clear radiance from a Sword Soul Seal swept away all the surrounding bone monsters, Zhang Yang turned around and personally covered the rear.
A blood-red head flew over, as though it had even grown wings. It let out a sinister laugh in the sky, and amid that chilling laughter, Zhang Yang seemed dazed and struggled for a moment. The blood-red head then flew in through the crown of his skull, followed by a second, then a third—nine in total.
At that moment, he began laughing sinisterly as well. He even picked up his saber and pressed it against his neck, as though he intended to cut off his own head and turn it into part of those blood-red heads.
Just then, a streak of light flew out from between his brows, then smashed back down. It was the