At that moment when Yue Zhong sent out his Yin-Yang Palms, the atmospheric energy around was twisted and gathered around him. On his left, it was Yin, while his right held the Yang; one black, one white, forming a powerful palm that seemed capable of suppressing all 800 worlds, as it slammed into the thunderbolt.
With a loud bang, the huge pillar of lightning that was able to kill a Type 8 powerhouse was disintegrated. Yue Zhong's Yin-Yang Palm was also dissipated, and no party got the upper hand in this exchange.
"This beast is something eh?"
Yue Zhong swept it a look, his eyes cold, as he channeled his Shadow Steps and immediately, numerous afterimages appeared as he shot towards the Type 8 3-headed Wyrm Beast.
Another of its head opened its huge jaws and fired out icy shards and a snowstorm at the incoming Yue Zhong.
Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!
