No matter what, he had finally condensed the Lightning Giant.
Moreover, this Lightning Giant was far, far larger than any he had used before. That was precisely why it had consumed such an enormous amount of his divine soul.
As this massive Lightning Giant took shape, it immediately formed a stark contrast with the Black Armored Dao slave. The two were nearly identical in size; if anything, the Lightning Giant seemed faintly taller.
Yang Chen stood behind the Lightning Giant, controlling it as it gripped a lightning sword and charged toward the Black Armored Dao slave.
The Black Armored Dao slave possessed no intelligence. Seeing the Lightning Giant approach, it likewise swung its sword. Sword Qi ran rampant, whipping up howling winds as storms blasted outward in all directions.
The Lightning Giant held its lightning sword, its edge incomparably sharp, shattering storm after storm before engaging the Black Armored Dao slave in battle.
As the two clashed, Yang Chen did not remain idle at the side. From time to time, he employed other methods to hinder the Black Armored Dao slave, preventing it from gaining any advantage in its fight against the Lightning Giant.
Yet the Black Armored Dao slave's defenses were incredibly powerful. Even after Yang Chen exhausted all his other methods, he still could not damage its body in the slightest. Even the Lightning Giant, after battling it for dozens of exchanges, had merely gained the upper hand. It was still too early to determine victory or defeat.
"This Black Armored Dao slave truly is formidable." Yang Chen drew a deep breath.
He had fought many enemies. No matter how troublesome an opponent was, he had always been able to sense a hope of victory. Yet this Black Armored Dao slave left him with nowhere to begin.
Why?