Zhuo Shan performed the spell, and the Qianyang Seal met the Zizhu Blade. He swung the huge yellow blade in his hand, and with a cross-cut, a massive wave of yellow blade light swept out, slashing towards the Nine-Headed Ghost Pigeon.
The black wings on his back gently flapped, and he vanished from where he stood.
Knowing he was outmatched, Zhuo Shan decided that retreat was the best strategy.
Two hundred miles away, a windstorm began in the void, and Zhuo Shan emerged.
A thunderous roar that could nearly deafen came from the sky; a thick silver thunder column streaked across the sky, aiming at Zhuo Shan.
Zhuo Shan's expression changed, Shen Long had caught up so quickly.
He was about to cast a spell to defend himself when a piercing screech rang out by his ear, causing his head to buzz and feel slightly uncomfortable.
Zhuo Shan opened his mouth and emitted a wave of black sound, shattering the falling silver thunder column.
