"Hm? He actually didn't activate the Primordial Feathered Wings."
General Luo Ming frowned slightly. He had assumed Qin Hao would keep activating the Primordial Feathered Wings. After all, anyone who suffered a grievous injury would normally try to put distance between himself and his enemy, keeping himself as safe as possible.
And Qin Hao putting distance between them was exactly what General Luo Ming was waiting for. As long as Qin Hao kept activating the Primordial Feathered Wings, he could seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
But the vision was beautiful, while reality was cruel.
Qin Hao did not activate the Primordial Feathered Wings at all.
"No matter. Even if you don't activate them now, you certainly will later."
With his earlier experience in mind, General Luo Ming had no intention of changing his strategy. After all this fighting, that single strike just now had been his greatest success.
With that thought, General Luo Ming stopped feeling impatient. He simply prepared to defend, raising his four arms to shield his chest.
If Qin Hao attacked, he only needed to defend with all his strength.
Boom, boom, boom...
The next instant, a succession of streaks of sword radiance came pouring in from afar. These attacks were not particularly powerful. To General Luo Ming, they were no more than an itch being scratched.
They were even weaker than the World Sword Qin Hao had unleashed at the very beginning!
But General Luo Ming soon realized something was wrong.
The sword radiance kept coming without end, striking his arms in an unbroken stream.
More importantly, each streak of sword radiance was more powerful than the last.
If the earlier attacks had merely scratched an itch, then as the sword radiance continued pouring in, its power had reached the point where it