However, these two armored figures had no intention of talking to Qin Yi and simultaneously let out a deafening roar, charging towards Qin Yi.
"Oh, come on..."
Qin Yi exclaimed in shock. How could these two armored figures be so fast? In the blink of an eye, they were in front of him—it was practically instantaneous movement. The broadsword in their hands, carrying a fierce sofa-like energy, slashed towards him.
Qin Yi didn't have time to dodge and could only brace himself.
Bang!
A surging purple light swept out from Qin Yi's body, crashing towards them like a raging tide.
Shhh! Shhh!
However, those two rusty broadswords effortlessly sliced through his tide-like power, as if tearing through a piece of cloth.
Qin Yi was shocked; both his fists struck together, turning into a purple-gold color like they were made of metal, as fist light swept out.
Clang! Clang!
