Even with his hand covering his forehead, blood continued to stream unceasingly from there.
Trickling down Erlang Shen, Yang Jian's fingers, it flowed onto the back of his hand and finally dripped onto the ground.
Erlang Shen, Yang Jian's originally obsidian-like face suddenly became overshadowed by a layer of dark clouds.
"Damn it."
"I didn't wish to be your enemy, yet you are so unappreciative."
"Since that's the case, you can hardly blame me."
As Erlang Shen, Yang Jian spoke, he took a deep breath, swung his long spear with one hand, and stepped on qi. His body transformed into a streak of light, charging towards the Great Tang Emperor.
But at the moment of Erlang Shen, Yang Jian's action, the Great Tang Emperor quickly recovered from his shock.
He wanted to rise to meet Erlang Shen, Yang Jian's assault.
However,
Just as his body began to move, he felt a wave of weakness.
His previous outburst had been too much.
As a result, the aftermath of that eruption came swiftly,
