(Fourth update)
A figure nimbly dodged the earth spikes erupting from the ground like a swimming dragon. His right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly as he continuously slashed forward.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Streams of sword energy crisscrossed through the air, each one two meters long. The surrounding earth spikes were instantly severed, their cuts smooth and clean, a testament to the sharpness of the sword energy.
Yang Ming continually circled Huyan Zhen. Though the sword energy he unleashed could not break through Huyan Zhen's defenses, there was simply too much of it. Each strike against Huyan Zhen produced a sound like striking hide, while steadily wearing down his Soul Power.
At a visible rate, the petroleum-like keratin layer covering Huyan Zhen's body from his soul skill was no longer as jet-black as before, having become much dimmer. Once it vanished completely, Huyan Zhen would be fully exposed to Yang Ming's attacks.
However, Yang Ming was not having an easy time either.
Maintaining the opening of six gates of the Eight Gates Released Formation every moment was torture for him as well. Now it was simply a matter of who could last longer.
Of course, how could a man say he could not?
Thus, whether it was Yang Ming or Huyan Zhen, both gritted their teeth and held on.
"Yang Ming, I'll lend you a hand!"
Hearing Sword Douluo Chen Xin's call suddenly ring out, Yang Ming was delighted.
With another powerful ally, he would be able to relax somewhat.
But just as that thought arose, the ground beneath Yang Ming's feet suddenly gave way. A rough, massive hand covered in white dragon scales shot out, its five fingers forming a claw as it viciously seized Yang Ming's ankle like an eagle snatching a chick.
From underground came the arrogant