In the blink of an eye, the Tiangang Sword had already transformed into a silvery white dragon and shot out.
In an instant, the silvery white dragon crossed a hundred zhang and appeared above Wang Yaowu's head.
At this moment, Wang Yaowu had already scrambled up, immediately launching an attack and deploying several defensive measures.
However, having been severely injured, his strength was perhaps less than thirty percent of his peak.
On such a foundation, even if facing means that Lin Tianming had already used once before,
for the current Wang Yaowu, it was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
And indeed, in a split second, one saw the silvery white dragon descend and engulfed Wang Yaowu's entire body.
The next second, a wretched scream echoed out, its prolonged cry reverberating between heaven and earth, causing chills down one's spine.
As the scream gradually ceased, the light also dissipated, revealing Wang Yaowu's silhouette.
