"A dying struggle!" Yang Hongling mocked.
Weng!
The sword formation shook violently, and countless sword lights revolved at the same time, turning into bolts of lightning and slashing fiercely.
The True Dragon of Water and Fire was shattered. The sword light landed on the Nine Neonate's body. A miserable cry sounded. Seeing that it was about to die, it cried out to the river for help." Uncle Chang, save me!"
Uncle Chang, who was hiding in the river, could no longer sit still. He ignored Zhang Ronghua's Qi locking onto him and burst out with a monstrous pressure. He rushed out from below, and the river water rolled backward, rushing towards the sky and earth. At the same time, it condensed into a huge palm and slapped out domineeringly. He wanted to destroy the sword formation, save the Nine Neonate, and then escape from here.
"Did I tell you to move?" Zhang Ronghua's cold voice sounded.
With a sway of his body, he blocked the front.
