Under such an attack, Zhang Tian could only defend. He could not even counterattack.
He could only raise his spear to block the sword strikes one after another, feeling extremely aggrieved.
In just ten breaths, Jian Wushuang had slashed more than 36,000 times, causing divine blood to drip from Zhang Tian's palm that was holding the spear.
He said calmly, "Release your Immortal Style. Otherwise, with your current situation, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult for you to even protect yourself."
Zhang Tian's eyes flickered, and the aura around his body suddenly changed from the previous calm to sharp.
Tens of thousands of scarlet-golden rays burst out from the golden spear in his hand, bringing with it a majestic pressure.
Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat and his eyes were solemn.
"I don't know how many years I've spent comprehending the Immortal Style, but I still swing my spear 3,000 times a day, all for the sake of this day."
