WHOOSH!
"Ah!"
A sword pierced through. Ye Fan's Yuanhong Sword dripped with blood as Chou Ling let out a painful scream, his body having suffered two grievous wounds from Ye Fan.
Chou Ling roared in fury, "Not even the heavens or the earth can save you now!"
He charged at Ye Fan, who swiftly swung the Yuanhong Sword. But he was a step too slow. Chou Ling struck him, knocking the Yuanhong Sword from his grasp. The punch sent Ye Fan flying, and he crashed through an entire mountain, shattering it completely.
"Not good!" Fa Ming exclaimed in shock. He was locked in battle with Ghost Spirit and couldn't afford to be distracted, but he knew Ye Fan's chances were slim. The difference in their realms all but guaranteed Ye Fan's defeat.
Looking at the collapsing mountain, Chou Ling mocked, "An ant is just an ant. For an ant to challenge the heavens is a foolish fantasy!" At that moment, he was immensely pleased with himself, laughing wildly.
