Di yihong still gripped the Destruction Scepter tightly in his hand.
He charged straight ahead to meet the Black-Robed Mysterious Man's attack.
Their figures swiftly clashed, leaving behind countless afterimages in the air.
From aboard the airship, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ah Yin could see only two blurs.
With every collision, powerful waves of Soul Power erupted between them.
Each clash triggered bursts of intense, terrifying explosions.
Even the sky seemed as though it were about to be torn apart by the two of them.
Under such immense shockwaves, towering waves rose in an instant and crashed toward the airship hovering in midair.
Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ah Yin watched the battle anxiously.
This was the first time in so long that Di yihong had faced such a formidable opponent, and they could not help worrying deeply for him.
Their palms were already drenched with sweat from worry.
"I wonder whether Di yihong can successfully drive back this powerful enemy," Ning Rongrong said worriedly.
Her gaze never left Di yihong and the Black-Robed Mysterious Man, her expression extremely tense.
Zhu Zhuqing stood poised and agile, concentrating fully on every change on the battlefield.
Her gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, taking in every shift in the battle.
She was ready to step in at any moment should Di yihong prove unable to defeat his opponent.
Ah Yin stood to one side, watching everything with a concerned expression.
With her hands clasped together, she prayed silently that Di yihong would successfully defeat the Black-Robed Mysterious Man.
Yet despite their worries, all three trusted Di yihong and believed that he would certainly defeat the Black-Robed Mysterious Man.
At that moment, Di yihong relied on his speed advantage to continuously evade the Black-Robed Mysterious Man's attacks.
He dodged every strike