The Thunder Shadow Sword flew back and was gripped in Ling Chen's hand. A formidable power still buzzed within it, nearly wrenching it from his grasp.
His pupils contracted. Ling Chen's gaze fell upon the darkness ahead, where a figure reached out, grasped an Iron Stick, and then landed before Chu Tiange.
The man held the Iron Stick, his aura astonishing. He stood tall and imposing, looking down on all creation.
It was precisely Sikong Yi's third disciple, Ao Tian.
This person's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Great Master Seventh Realm, a completely different level from Yan Xiang.
"Excellent, Senior Brother Ao Tian! Your timing is perfect."
Chu Tiange was overjoyed to meet his savior. Ao Tian was a cut above Yan Xiang in strength; even if he couldn't kill Ling Chen, he could definitely hold him off.
