An earth-shattering roar exploded above the battlefield.
Countless sand and ice shards flew in all directions, accompanied by dazzling flames.
Within a hundred miles, not a blade of grass remained.
In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color.
However, as the dust settled and everything returned to calm,
people discovered that, in the center of what should have been a bloody battlefield, a figure stood unmoved.
With a majestically imposing aura, everything bowed in submission.
Zhang Beixing!
At this moment, the Vampire King stood with hands behind his back, his face showing no hint of emotion.
The Angel's Wing spread out behind him, holy and beautiful.
Seemingly detached from the world, yet extraordinarily powerful.
"This... this is impossible..."
The Hellhound widened its six eyes in disbelief at the scene before it.
A mere strike, yet unable to harm the opponent at all?
Just how terrifying are the man's skills?
