It soared into the sky like a dragon, constantly clashing, entangled together, emitting dazzling streams of light, tearing and colliding, producing sounds of hissing and roaring. In this situation, it feels like the fortune of eight hundred years reaching its end.
Even the venerable Siming, an unparalleled master of the Yin Yang Family, could not discern it clearly.
The Sword Qi continued to flow in the sky, but the murderous aura of the Military School and the chilling presence of the king still existed. In the eyes of the Yin Yang Family, these essences lingered long in the sky, unable to discern up from down.
"Is that so?"
General Xue smiled and said, "Then, we'll have to rely on the weapons in our hands to determine superiority and uncover the reality, right?"
