"Hmph."
Yun Mo gave a cold snort as Hua Gao closed in again, then slammed his palm against Hua Gao's Battle Halberd.
The might of the Quasi-Divine Artifact erupted, shattering the force that had just gathered around the Battle Halberd. Then he stepped outward with his left foot, concentrated all his strength along with the Purple Tenuity Emperor's Intent into his right leg, and lashed it viciously at Hua Gao's flank.
Hua Gao's face turned livid, but faced with Yun Mo's crushing strike at such close quarters, he could only tighten his grip on the Battle Halberd that had already been knocked off course.
Then he spun around and held it upright at his side to meet Yun Mo's heavy, whip-like kick.
Clang!
His heavy leg, seemingly transformed into a whip, slammed against the shaft of the Battle Halberd. Yet a closer look would have revealed a layer of space as thin as a cicada's wing covering Yun Mo's right leg, preventing it from actually touching the weapon.
Even so, their collision unleashed a deafening boom. Rippling shock waves of spiritual power swept through the other attackers, sending them flying backward, coughing blood.
"Bastard!"
Hua Gao's arms shook violently, and even his Battle Halberd had bent slightly.
After the man before him unleashed that power-weakening art, Hua Gao had no way to gain the upper hand. Worse, with the might of the Quasi-Divine Artifact in his opponent's hands, he could only passively endure the blows. If this continued, he might suffer a complete defeat.
Most terrifying of all, however, was his faint sense that, as time passed, that art seemed poised to brand itself into his body forever, leaving him unable to recover.
In truth, none of them had expected these three to be so terrifying. Every one of them