"Zhang Mazi, take this!"
From a distance, Yang Tiansheng saw the situation, quickly pulled out his subordinate's saber, and hurled it at Yang Ge.
Without even turning his head, Yang Ge reached out and firmly caught the flying steel saber.
Just then, a cool breeze whisked by...
Emerging from the dust, equally tattered in his attire, Duan Yu, with blood-shot eyes and dragging his slender, shining silver longsword, took labored step after step towards Yang Ge.
A fierce and brutal killing intent enveloped him like dark clouds covering the sky, slowly casting a shadow over Yang Ge with each step he took.
Yang Ge glanced at him, swiftly retracting his aura as if he were a reef standing steadfast amidst the tsunami-like fierce killing intent.
"Very good!"
