With Wang Yuehai's fighting spirit surging.
That powerful force continued to gallop.
He seemed to merge with the dragons and tigers in the void.
Descending directly from the sky, roaring, he charged towards Xu Zimei.
In Xu Zimei's eyes, holy power circulated.
He let out a heavy, cold snort.
The snort exploded in the void, like a thunderclap splitting the air, its sound akin to the might of heaven.
The giant beast condensed from fighting spirit shattered immediately.
The battle formation formed by thousands seemed to fall into chaos in an instant, with some spitting blood, killed directly by the shock.
Others had pale faces, unable to stand steady.
Wang Yuehai was the first to bear the brunt, thrown back directly.
"Fire Cloud Heir, you set me up," Wang Yuehai roared, mouth full of blood.
Had he known his opponent was this strong, how could he possibly have come for revenge?
He wouldn't have had time to avoid it.
