In terms of saber qi's force, it fell far short of the Green-Eyed Golden Eagle's feather swords while in its berserk state, requiring him to mobilize the four-colored lightning power, operate the Five Strikes Lightning Qi Armor, and rely on the lightning armor's defense to stubbornly endure a portion of the attacks.
By this point, Lu Yang, at the ninth layer of the Great Grandmaster realm, had fallen into a disadvantage, yet he could still rely on his own formidable strength to barely maintain a stalemate.
Man and beast collided continuously above the void, and the battle gradually escalated to a fever pitch.
Because the speeds of both parties were too fast, neither could use any moves that required even a slight amount of time, causing the battle to return to simplicity and revert to the most direct contest.
Saber light, black gold eagle feathers, and black gold iron beaks collided unceasingly, erupting into hundreds of brilliant sparks above the void every second.
Lu Yang was at an inherent disadvantage in terms of strength and true essence, and amidst such rapid and direct collisions, this disadvantage was gradually magnified.
Half a cup of tea later, his robes were gradually tattered, the defense of the Five Strikes Lightning Qi Armor was shattered, and dozens of bloody gasps were added to his arms, legs, chest, and face.
A strike from an eagle's talon grazed across his chest, revealing several wounds deep enough to expose bone.
Lu Yang only felt a sweetness in his throat as a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.
However, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he struck out with his saber in succession, colliding with those eagle talons to once again trigger a series of sparks.
"What's wrong? Old eagle, is your