Seeing the huge sword phantom in the flames quickly approach, the hearts of the spectators rose to their throats.
After all, in their opinion, such a strike was simply not something human strength could resist!
On the battlefield, Huang Tingwei still had a calm expression. It was not until the huge sword phantom approached a hundred meters that his lips moved slightly and he said indifferently, "[Golden Iron Tiger]."
"ROAR!"
The dying [Eight-Armed Vajra] roared and stood up. Its intense actions caused a few blood arrows to spurt out of its wounds, but it seemed to not feel anything at all.
It spread its legs and stood still. Its eight palms suddenly emitted a dark metal luster!
"[Eight Slash Hurricane]."
Huang Tingwei spoke again as the huge sword phantom arrived.
A shout exploded from the chest of the Eight-Armed Vajra. It raised its hand and punched the tip of the huge sword phantom!
Thump!
