The blood-soaked tiger roared, its aura as vibrant as a rainbow. The power of thunder coalesced into a pillar of light, spewing from its mouth, piercing through space, unstoppable.
"Boom!"
The explosion echoed in the sky, shattering the entire space, the heavens trembled, and a massive rift unfurled.
Fang Ming wielded a long spear. The spear was like a storm. It was dense and powerful. Gods were blocked by gods, ghosts were blocked by ghosts.
The bloody tiger swung its claws. Cold light flickered. Wherever the claws passed, there was a deep crevice.
The two fought fiercely, locked in an intense struggle.
The Dao Master watched this scene, frowning. Fang Ming was stronger than they imagined. At this level, he could contend with that damned thunder.
