The earth split apart, mountains and forests collapsed, and Vajra Force churned wildly across the sky. Azure and yellow Vajra Force collided viciously time and again, thunderous booms without end, scattering every bird and beast for a hundred miles through the mountains and woods. The wind howled, and the clouds roiled.
The deathmatch between Zhang Jin and Yu Cang had already lasted several hundred exchanges.
As a newly advanced Vajra Force cultivator, Zhang Jin had broken through only recently. In terms of Vajra Force reserves, meridian endurance, and sustained combat ability, he had always been far inferior to veteran powerhouses who had cultivated the martial Dao for decades.
Since the battle began, he had defended and fought head-on without a single chance to catch his breath. To protect Cheng Heng's escape and hold back this powerful foe, he had already exhausted every last reserve.
At this moment, Zhang Jin's azure protective Vajra Force had long since dimmed and thinned. True qi surged chaotically through his body, his breathing was heavy and rapid, fine cold sweat covered his brow, and the hair at his temples was thoroughly soaked.
Fine cuts from Vajra Force covered his body. His robes were torn in many places and speckled with blood. His figure swayed faintly, revealing deep exhaustion.
His Vajra Force was on the verge of running dry, and his true qi could no longer meet its expenditure. Every time he raised a hand or threw a punch, he had to squeeze out the last of his cultivation. He was holding on purely through his martial will and his obsession with protecting his disciple.
Cheng Heng was the Cloudpiercing Sect's unquestionable future pillar. Nothing could happen to him!
It was precisely this conviction that had allowed Zhang Jin to endure until now!
Yu Cang, on