Sounds of metal clashing against metal resounded through the sky. The collision only lasted for a few moments before it ended.
However, after this vigorous clash, Luo Yunyang felt his blade-wielding arm shake uncontrollably. His face was pale as he landed on the ground.
The instant this attack had occurred, he had acted like an omnipresent raging gale that could casually appear anywhere around Poshan and launch attack after attack.
Meanwhile, Poshan had remained as still as a mountain. He had only used one fist, yet that fist had acted like a whirlpool, absorbing every attack aimed at Poshan.
Although every attack was launched against Poshan's body, every single strike had landed on his fist in the end.
This was also why Luo Yunyang didn't deal much damage to him, even though he had unleashed over 10,000 blade-lights.
