"It's here."
Time didn't allow him to delay further. This was the moment when the approaching, atmosphere-breaking sound of thunder wouldn't leave him. At this instant, like a typhoon, the sound of Feng Sheng's frantic spiritual energy soared crazily. Simultaneously, a silver light flashed through certain dark shadows.
No one could see what the blackness was! Because nothing in this world could withstand thunder! Even skyscrapers appeared insignificant amidst the strikes of thunder!
What could it be, on this day, under the roar of the scales, that could still show its own color?
It was a simple Black Sword, radiating from all directions!
Ye Fengsheng grasped the hilt backward, using all his strength to stimulate his body's spiritual energy. He finally reached the moment when the thunder roared, wielding his own sword!
The blade pointed towards the lightning.
A complete rupture!
Bloodshed!
