Fen Tian's Blade Aura came crashing down and collided with the Thunder Dragon's Blade Aura.
The Thunder Dragon let out a deafening roar before exploding beneath the Blade Aura, transforming into billions of lightning snakes that surged outward. Under the violent lightning assault, Fen Tian's Blade Aura shattered as well, like the sun exploding.
Flames and lightning surged across the sky, forming a storm of thunder and fire that could destroy everything.
Everyone was shocked by the terrifying might of the battle, and all eyes turned toward it. The spectacle of a Tribulation Infant battle was truly horrifying.
But at that moment, no one had time to be shocked. Everyone stared intently at the battlefield.
The outcome of this battle would decide the victor of the war—and whether they lived or died.
"He'll win for sure. You Jing can't lose!"
Farrow was consumed by fervent hope. He was already at the end of his rope. The mechs and Liquid Metal Warriors belonging to the Mechanical Empire were dwindling, and their line looked ready to be pierced through. Only if You Jing won would there still be hope.
"Hold on! Don't let them break our formation! You Jing will be here to support us any moment!"
Farrow roared to rally his subordinates. He swung his sword, blasting apart an incoming attack, then darted forward toward the three mechs closing in to surround him.
The fighting here had not stopped just because Fang Mo and You Jing were battling. If anything, it had grown even more frenzied. More than a thousand mechs fought fiercely, unleashing barrages of Energy Weapons.
Still, everyone was watching the battle between the two.
As the storm dispersed, the Lionheart Alliance's base had been reduced to scorched earth.
Every building across the land had been leveled. Lightning and