With one strike of his sword, the end was far from coming; it was merely the beginning. Where the Great Sword cleaved, countless beams of silvery light burst forth like blossoming bombs, scattering in all directions. Several of the nearby Giant Dragons were instantly riddled with innumerable holes. Upon closer inspection, those projectiles turned out to be iron feathers!
After piercing through the enemy, all the iron feathers swiftly retracted, flashing back into the Thousand Feather Greatsword. At the same time, under Luo Fu's control, the Steel Giant Dragon made a sharp turn, dashing off in another direction.
The speed of the Steel Giant Dragon was too fast. By comparison, if the Steel Giant Dragon was sprinting at the speed of a hundred meters, then the other Giant Dragons appeared as if they were eighty-year-old men shuffling around, a stark contrast between movement and stillness.
