"Boom..."
Xiang Changqing's Magical Treasure flashed brightly in his hand, clashing directly with Lin Tianming's Black Dragon Axe.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a powerful Gang Wind assault him, whipping his robes into the air.
Immediately following was an immense force, like the crushing weight of Mount Tai, unleashing a tearing agony throughout his body.
Then, enduring the pain, he couldn't help but grunt in discomfort.
At this point, time seemed endlessly long for Xiang Changqing, yet also incredibly brief.
He had no idea how much time had passed when he lost consciousness, feeling only the intensifying pain and as if he was plummeting into an endless abyss, or endlessly being blown backward.
Across from him, Lin Tianming merely staggered, his Black Dragon Axe chopping down without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, Xiang Changqing was sent flying backward, crossing hundreds of yards before finally plummeting from the sky and crashing to the ground.
