Mo Long threw a punch, and the surrounding space shook violently. A thunderous explosion rang out between heaven and earth as countless skulls formed from demonic qi darted wildly through the air.
The instant his fist came into contact with the Sword Qi, that seemingly invincible, overwhelmingly fierce fist shattered into pieces.
Mo Long reacted with astonishing speed, his entire body instantly darting to the side.
He was fast, but the Sword Qi was even faster.
The sword light flashed, and an arm flew straight into the sky before finally falling into the deep sea below.
Having escaped death by a hair's breadth, Mo Long could not help but break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he had fled quickly. Had he been even a little slower, losing an arm would have been the least of his problems.
What secret art had this man used? How had he suddenly become so powerful?
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Prison of Thunder."
"Go."
Just as he let out a sigh of relief, an incomparably cold voice sounded beside his ear.
"Damn it, this is bad."
Mo Long's expression changed drastically. He abruptly turned around, only to see a thunder dragon charging toward him with the force to destroy everything.
The thunder dragon opened its jaws wide and swallowed him whole.
"Purgatory Ice Flame, go."
With a flick of Ye Lin's finger, the Purgatory Ice Flame transformed into a streak of Sword Qi, pierced through the void, and entered the thunder dragon's belly.
"Perish."
Ye Lin swung his sword again. The thunder in the distance exploded with a deafening boom, followed by an incomparably terrifying shockwave.
The shockwave swept outward without restraint, stirring the deep sea below into million-zhang waves. The enormous waves churned as though they could devour everything.
Ye Lin