Zuo YunTong was fast, but the bright light was faster, so fast that Zuo YunTong could only slightly dodge to the side.
"Bang!"
The Whip of the Thunder God, no longer under control, was fiercely smashed towards Zuo YunTong under the guidance of Zheng Ming. Its speed was hardly slower than when Zuo YunTong himself had wielded it.
On Zuo YunTong's right arm was now an extra shiny Flying Knife. Although the knife had only penetrated five inches deep into his arm, the blood that flowed out with the knife was strikingly bright red.
Zuo YunTong had not yet recovered from the descent of the Flying Knife when the Thunder God Whip already came crashing down.
If he couldn't dodge it, Zuo YunTong would become the first person to die under his own Thunder God Whip. Just when fear sprang up in Zuo YunTong's heart, a figure had already appeared behind him.
He opened his mouth wide and a black thunder bead flew straight out from his mouth, colliding with the Thunder God Whip as it approached.
