Moths to the flame, seeking their own destruction, perhaps those ability users who just died in the Thousand Swords Formation were the real moths to the flame.
And Ye Ling, with an imposing and ferocious demeanor, his eyes gleamed like two fierce suns, dazzling and unstoppable!
Thunder God's spear seemed to pierce through the void, descending from the Heavenly Realm with overwhelming might.
Ye Ling, however, charged forward with his thin figure, his fist pulling back and then thunderously reaching Thunder God's side, already furiously smashing out.
Hiss hiss hiss, where his fist passed, the air around was set ablaze with madness, with billows of blue smoke drifting into mid-air.
In Ye Ling's pupils, the long spear grew ever closer, bearing down upon him.
"Be gone!"
Ye Ling roared to the heavens, punching out, and the long spear, densely composed of lightning, was directly smashed to pieces by his fist!
