As the power of the instant twenty strikes from the Nine Heavens Cloud Sky was exhausted, Ping Han roared furiously, breaking out of his body, waving the shadows of his sickle to fight with Zhang Yu.
The booming explosions were like thousands of thunderclaps reverberating across the battlefield.
The blade gang in Ping Han's hand turned into countless green rays, sparkling like a dazzling comet.
Zhang Yu's countless palm imprints carried a strong gold and white aura, like a tornado tearing the sky and earth, constantly swallowing towards Ping Han.
The green and gold forces fiercely clashed on the battlefield, with each moment sounding like hundreds of explosions going off.
Ping Han felt that every slash he made was countered and diverted, the power of his blade gang eventually turned into palm strikes coming at him.
