Lin Chen charged towards the Zhan Guisheng Army in one step. Quickly. It was like a peerless battle sword drawn from its sheath. It could potentially destroy the dead.
Lin Chen's fists and feet descended with unstoppable force, formidable and unmatched. He resembled a fierce beast, an ancient figure in appearance. He fought with fierce strength, astonishing everyone's hearts, and defeated the Puppet God King, sustaining many injuries.
In the Sacred Domain, there was lightning and thunder, swords and fists. The boundary formed. The speed of both seemed to surpass the movement of time, making it almost impossible for the spectators to see clearly with their eyes. They could only hear the explosive sounds of collisions, the metallic clang of weapons, and more.
