Boom!
Several rings of white shock waves swept in every direction. Wherever they passed, the war-poem soldiers instantly collapsed, and the Yangtze River barring the enemy's path collapsed with them. The Yangtze River formed again, only to be shattered once more by the aftershocks.
Two mirages formed in succession to block the enemy, but the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse paid them no heed. The sheer impact of his charge tore them apart.
Still, Fang Yun had greatly slowed the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse and barely managed to adapt to his almost entirely new body.
Fang Yun lowered his head and glanced at his chest. There was not the slightest mark on the Tortoise Armor Battle Body. Even someone as powerful as the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse could not damage the Turtle Qing Emperor's shell.
Fang Yun raised his head and looked at the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse. His expression was grave, but there was no fear in his eyes.
Standing atop Walking the Blue Clouds, Fang Yun flew swiftly, constantly changing direction.
To catch Fang Yun, the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse likewise kept changing direction, and each turn reduced his speed a little. With Fang Yun's other powers obstructing him as well, he remained unable to catch Fang Yun.
Fang Yun also seized the opportunity to attack with all manner of powers.
The Dead Race had no fear of most deadly poisons. The Poison-Assault Giant Serpent's power was negligible against the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse; its only use was to deliver Withering Force into his body.
The Literary Platform's True Dragon was far from weak, but when it approached the Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse, his horns ripped its belly open. Though it recovered quickly, it could only spit Dragon Flame from afar.
Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword had already