"Left three, forward six! Li Zhen Kun Kan!" Yang Yan shouted loudly.
With the issuance of his command, Zhang Jia's figure vanished into thin air.
That was indeed the Li Position!
Snap——
A dull sound echoed, and a bolt of Fallen Thunder struck down toward Ao Bo's head.
"Hahaha! What a ridiculous joke, how could I be afraid of mere Celestial Thunder!" Ao Bo, enraged, laughed wildly.
However, just as the lightning was about to strike him, his expression suddenly changed.
The bolt of lightning had astonishingly transformed into Zhang Jia!
Swish!
A blood-red sword light slashed down, leaving the first bloodstain of this battle across Ao Bo's neck.
Roar!
Ao Bo roared, "Bastard!"
He was somewhat terrified to find that there was lightning crackling on the wound.
And this lightning was infinitely more terrifying than those on the vines.
