Damn it!
Stabilizing his footing, Zhou Tai glanced down at the wound on his chest, his expression as gloomy as water.
More than a month ago, had official grandmasters not arrived, Fang Han would have already died by his hand. He had not expected that in just over a month, Fang Han would grow to the point where even with Huang Rushan and him joining forces, he felt a strain.
Boom—
He slammed his foot down hard, his entire body soaring into the air like a goshawk as both hands clawed out simultaneously.
Two pitch-black giant claw phantoms left his hands, covering a massive area from left to right as they lunged toward Fang Han.
Where the claw phantoms swept, the air was torn into two parallel pitch-black cracks that lingered for a long time, as if space itself had been rent with two gasps.
Swish—
Seeing Zhou Tai rush at Fang Han, Huang Rushan decisively followed.
Flames surged over the crimson longsaber, carrying a terrifying heat that seemed capable of igniting the air itself as he lashed out fiercely.
His eagle-like eyes widened, the light in his pupils rapidly brightening.
A dark Hao Zhenxing several hundred zhang long appeared, colliding with the incoming pair of giant claw phantoms.
The ground within a radius of several hundred zhang undescended and churned like the surface of water beneath the shockwave, scorched-white dirt kicked up dozens of zhang high only to be burned into magma by the low temperature.
Whoosh—
Without giving Qing Jianguang a chance to catch his breath, Zhou Tai closed in with a flash.
First, he slashed a sword toward the two giant claw phantoms rushing toward Hao Zhen.
Without hesitation, he turned abruptly, the true qi within his body surging wildly toward his legs as his entire body