Wyatt Barnes was fortunate that as Marshall Tyler's iron fist rained down on him, he had slightly loosened his grip on the spirit sword. Otherwise, his entire arm could have been rendered useless.
While his third-grade spirit sword could stand the onslaught of Marshall Tyler's power, his arm could not.
Despite his impressive cultivation, his body was still of flesh and blood. There's no way it could compare to the spirit weapon.
Whoosh!
From the moment Wyatt Barnes unsheathed his sword to when he was injured by Marshall Tyler's punch, only an instant had passed. Above Wyatt Barnes' head, the phenomenon in the void was slowly taking shape.
More than thirty ancient horned dragon phantoms had yet to fully manifest, Wyatt Barnes was already retreating to a distance, using the martial arts technique "Wind Rolls the Remaining Clouds" in a rather awkward manner.
