Xiao Ming's bloodshot eyes narrowed, and a murderous aura radiated from him as he turned his gaze to Wei Luxing and the others.
The intensity of his glare sent shivers down their spines, and the air around him crackled with killing intent.
The trio charged forward once again, their movements wild and uncoordinated, like bulls charging without a leader.
Their reckless assault seemed to have no strategy, yet it carried the weight of their shared power.
Xiao Ming, surrounded by the golden-silver halo of his aura, struck with precision that was nothing short of devastating. His sword moved with the speed of light, sharp and swift, a blur of cold steel.
BOOM!
But as Xiao Ming closed the distance between himself and Wei Zhuling, the oppressive pressure of the combined domains from his enemies began to take its toll.
His once fast movements slowed, his steps dragging as if he were sinking into the earth itself.
