The energy contained within the tenth shadow was indeed tremendous.
Ten swords!
After Jing Yan launched ten successive sword strikes, the breath of this final shadow was still vast and boundless, showing no sign of weakening.
Jing Yan's face darkened.
He had no time left.
Jing Yan had been continuously calculating the time and knew that at this moment, he might only have a few dozen breaths left, certainly not more than thirty.
"What to do?"
If there were ample time, then Jing Yan wouldn't need to worry. The attack power of the tenth shadow was comparable to the ninth, posing not so great a threat to Jing Yan. As long as he was careful, there definitely wouldn't be any risk to his life.
But Jing Yan wanted to win the Golden Token! With only a few dozen breaths left, the final shadow still stood in front of him like a wall.
