"Nine Nether Claw!" Tian Xie's expression was cold and indifferent, without much nonsense, he raised his hand, from which a gigantic Demon Claw that covered half of the heavens materialized, fiercely clawing through the air.
The Demon Claw was pitch-black, its five finger tips shiny and dark as if they were dragon claws, each one sharply honed. With a tearing sound, it pierced through the space like cutting paper, grabbing all the air currents within a radius of fifty to sixty li, compressing them to their utmost, bearing down with the weight of mountains.
With one claw, Yang Ji immediately sensed the strength of Tian Xie; the Nine Nether Claw was impressively mighty, evidently a Great Divine Power technique.
A look of solemnity rose in his eyes, and his sword wings transformed into a gleaming Flying Sword that appeared in his hand, from which he fiercely swung the Gui Cang Sword blended with eight forms.
