Somewhere in the great illusionary land, on the peak of a mountain, there was a continuous stream of terrifying battle light.
The sound of all kinds of profound level weapons clashing reverberated non-stop. The surrounding mountain peaks had long been flattened, and the entire mountain was gradually sinking.
"BOOM!"
An insect-like Ghost Asura covered in scales was waving its hundred arms. Each of its hands was holding a saber, and it was madly slashing forward!
"Boom boom boom!"
As the huge space shattered, Bo Yuqing continued to spin, dodging with extreme difficulty.
Not long after the great illusionary land had appeared, he had already encountered this ghost Asura number four. Under that wild and brutal combat technique, he had been forced to the point where he had no ability to fight back.
