The hand that stopped the blade was Shen Zhui's hand.
Shen Zhui still lay on the ground, his eyes closed in sleep, but his right arm suddenly lifted, clutching Tuosen's divine sword.
Tuosen struggled, pressing down harder, but the divine sword didn't budge an inch.
"Roar!" Tuosen was enraged by this scene and roared, intending to exert even more force.
Yet at that moment, a voice echoed in Tuosen's ear.
"Little Ancient God, I am not your enemy."
Hearing these words, a glimmer of clarity flickered in Tuosen's blazing red eyes. His grip loosened slightly, relaxing his force.
"That's more like it...damn it!"
As soon as Tuosen loosened his grip, his eyes glimmered with a hint of wisdom before he struck down once more.
"Boom!" Shen Zhui's body suddenly swerved, as if someone had pushed him to the side.
A hole exploded in the ground.
"Damn it, stop playing dirty tricks!" shouted the unseen voice.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Strikes continued to rain down.
Shakes, deafening sounds...
