Ling Fengzhui's battle sense was exceptionally seasoned, far surpassing that of ordinary Spirit Clan members. His suppression of Wei Jiangyuan was incredibly precise, as though he had already dealt with countless similar opponents within his clan. Though Wei Jiangyuan had experience, he ultimately lacked the tempering of life-and-death combat, and he was completely forced onto the defensive for a time.
Facing both Xiao Yan and Wei Jiangyuan at once, he had actually struck first!
However, Ling Fengzhui did not relax after injuring Wei Jiangyuan, because Xiao Yan and Black Flame were both closing in from the other side. That strange Black Flame, carrying destructive pressure and devouring power, fiercely lunged at Ling Fengzhui's back!
Ling Fengzhui seemed to have anticipated it. The instant he withdrew Ink Shadow, he spun around to meet the attack! The ancient black saber in his hand traced a shadowy arc, its sharp blade light accurately striking the core of Black Flame and briefly forcing the vicious creature back.
Xiao Yan's Heavy Profound Ruler came crashing down from above with the force of collapsing mountains and raging seas, aimed directly at Ling Fengzhui's head. Holding the advantage of height, Xiao Yan's blow was incomparably fierce. Ling Fengzhui sneered, swiftly twisted his wrist, and gripped the saber hilt in reverse as he raised it to block!
Clang—
As metal struck metal, blinding sparks burst outward like exploding fireworks from where the blade collided with the Black Ruler! Violent force spread abruptly in a ring, yet Ling Fengzhui had actually held Xiao Yan in a deadlock. Even Xiao Yan was startled, since he clearly held the advantage in terms of exertion.
Then, as if by mutual understanding, the two erupted at the same time. Ink Shadow and Purple Flame coiled around their weapons as a second wave of