The faint fairy waves rhyme on the blade, like a ray of dawn in the abyss or a clear spring in the desert, which seems to be able to break through all obstacles.

boom--

In the sky, light exploded.

A twisted crack divides the sky into two halves.

Half red, half white.

Two powerful and peerless auras were constantly fighting in the air, devouring each other.

The terrifying sense of oppression made it impossible for the crowd watching the battle below to even raise their heads.

About three or four breaths later, another loud noise came.

The two breaths bounced away like an electric shock.

Qin Mo retreated thousands of feet away, the sword in his hand trembling slightly.

The Black Suzaku hovered above the Ghost-Faced Man's head. Although its arrogance was somewhat dimmed, it still exuded unrivaled ferocious power.
Chapter completed!