Joy had yet to fade from Shen Luo's eyes, but his expression involuntarily stiffened.
He saw that the moment the Pure Yang Sword Embryo pierced through the back of the fire giant's head, it protruded from its forehead. The fire giant, however, seemed utterly unharmed as if not even slightly injured, and its longsword in hand continued to smash down heavily.
With a "boom,"
the Flame Longsword finally fell onto the Dragon Horn Cone, and a massive force surged over, causing Shen Luo's knees to slightly bend. Right after, a scorching wave of fire surged down, engulfing him.
"Brother Shen..." Huang Ting, who was entangled with the vines, cried out in shock upon seeing this scene.
No sooner had her words fallen than a layer of water-blue light shone within the flames, with white vapor rising around it.
