A large hand, which should have appeared in the previous chapter, arrived late but eventually grasped the sword gleam.
Xiao Yu narrowly escaped death, feeling complicated emotions.
The sword gleam, worthy of an Immortal's strike, continually leapt and collided, trying to escape from the hand. The hand was cut and bleeding yet always managed to recover first, leaving both sides in a stalemate.
Wei Yuan stepped out from high above, grasping the air in a posture identical to that of the giant hand hovering in the sky.
Wei Yuan spoke calmly and composedly, "Both nations have yet to deploy their main forces, why are Immortal Means being used so hastily? Aren't you afraid of exposing your weaknesses?"
The commanders on both sides, Tuli and Xiao Yu alike, were staring at Wei Yuan, both astonished and enraged.
