As the True Yang Spirit Son Divine Thunder shot out like a beam of light from Lin Xing's fingertips, sweeping toward his location, Yulou Heavenly Immortal felt the flying swords he had expelled dissolving at an inconceivable speed.
Under the sweep of the Yang Pole Divine Thunder, every flying sword that was engulfed by the light beam shattered one after another, exploding like dense, miniature suns lined up in mid-air, releasing more True Yang Spirit.
On the other side, You Qiong Heavenly Immortal roared angrily, as the myriad swarm of insects he had transformed into let out a whistling sound, as if they were evolving in unison.
One insect after another swelled and deformed, ultimately transforming into metallic-lustered beetles, placing themselves in the path of the True Yang Spirit Son Divine Thunder.
