Fu's hatchet chopped down. He no longer had the calmness he had when he killed Yi Qing. Instead, his face revealed a ferocious expression. He waved his hands and roared.
Yi spread his wings, and a small white blade appeared in front of his five fingers. He rushed forward with a cold glint, grabbing his throat with one hand and stabbing his heart with the other.
GE ze's two palms were the size of a futon. He raised a millstone high and smashed it down with a roar. The millstone flickered with green light as it rumbled through the sky, distorting the surrounding space.
Li was the furthest away. She took a decorative flower Drum from her belt and suddenly enlarged it in her hand. It stopped in the air and slammed down with her palm. The sound of the drum shook the sky!
