Xin Hai extended his arm straight and pointed a finger.
The intense sense of crisis erupted forth.
Not daring to be distracted, Zhang Longxiang swung his blade forward to exert pressure, attempting to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.
King Chong glanced sideways in spare moments, observing secretly.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted as clouds above the nine heavens began to ripple like waves, sinking slightly afterwards, forming a small bulge that broke open as dark gray corners protruded.
Forged over countless refines, the iron meteor appeared deceptively fast as it torn through the air, creating scorching heat, mist clinging to the distinct corners, shaking wildly like threads, crashing down toward their heads!
Where the iron meteor reached, a vacuum suddenly appeared.
An array of air compressed into a thin wall, ultimately pushed away in unparalleled force, rapidly sweeping across hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of miles...
