If He Yifan's momentum reaches its peak, will Ao Cangsheng still have a chance to turn this around?
"Demonic ghosts run wild, Demons are slaughtering all living beings!"
Thunderous cheers crashed in waves. As He Yifan's momentum climbed yet another level, his third strike landed.
Black light buzzed and hummed, like the wrath of a devil, like thunder.
This time's assault shook Ao Cangsheng straight back ten feet, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this scene, He Yifan couldn't help going wild with joy.
Up in midair, he suddenly burst out laughing.
"Ao Cangsheng, I want to see how long you can hold out!"
Amid his laughter, He Yifan's Sword flared again, shooting out black light.
"Demon Chaos, Purgatory Nine Netherworld!"
"Boom—"
The terrifying, domineering black Sword light slammed once more into the Sword light Ao Cangsheng wanted to dance out.
