An Lin was just about to attack, but Little Xie prevented him from doing so.
The master didn't want to stay in autopilot mode anymore, but the sword spirit forced the master to remain in autopilot mode.
"Be careful then. That sinister devil isn't going to be easy to deal with," An Lin cautioned.
"Don't worry, I'm more powerful than you. If I can't beat him, then we're all screwed," Little Xie spoke with a serious expression on her face.
An Lin: "…"
Even though he was the one being protected, he was feeling a little pissed off for some reason.
Dong Yang's sleeves began to explode as dark green energy revolved around his arms, creating a series of special diagrams. These diagrams were like tattoos that were engraved onto his arms, releasing bursts of divine light.
"Take this!"
Dong Yang pounced toward Little Xie, and his fist descended with a terrifying might.
Divine light surged, and the space around him crumbled.
