"Move, quickly move aside!" Ye Long cried out in alarm, urgently warning the troops ahead.
As a warrior of the Wuxuan Realm, he sensed the terrifying power within the enemy's sword strike, realizing that even he couldn't withstand it.
"Boom!" A thunderous roar filled the air, dust obscured the sun, and the fearsome Sword Qi carved a hundred-yard fissure in the ground, instantly scattering the troops ahead.
"Stop!" Ye Long's eyes were bloodshot with fury.
"You're all too weak, a bunch of ants. But damn, it feels good!" Lian You's eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" With each advance, he unleashed three more sweeping strikes of Sword Qi, like dragons stirring the seas and a tiger amidst sheep, each slash claiming thousands of lives that fell to Huangquan.
Watching the scene before him, Ye Long's eyes turned blood-red, and veins bulged on his forehead.
