Roar!
A thunderous roar, like a sudden clap of thunder in a clear sky, echoed through the Cloud Sky, instilling a primal fear deep within one's heart.
The gray light, the fog image, the serpent shadow—all were obliterated by the thunderous roar, transforming into nothingness under the lightning.
Zhao Sheng thrust his right fist forward with great force, unleashing a power as if pushing mountains and crushing peaks. With one punch, he sent the axe blade flying backward, though his fist too was drenched in blood.
His body also descended by more than ten feet,
Immediately, Zhao Sheng's figure flickered and he instantly appeared behind the one-eyed elder, striking out with a finger. The brilliance of his will burst forth, condensing into a purple Thunder Sword, slashing at the person's back.
The one-eyed elder's will force field lasted only for an instant before being pierced by the sword, creating a through-and-through wound on his back, with blood gushing uncontrollably.
