The linkage sensation swept through his body like a volcanic eruption, even drawing the blood-colored battle armor on his surface.
In the next second, the immense control brought by Hundred Martial Students amplified this perception tenfold, a hundredfold!
Swoosh!
The blood on the battle armor's surface suddenly burned fiercely, as if its potential had been fully unleashed, tinting the air a dark red.
An indescribable sense of power filled his chest, almost breaking through his throat.
Cheng Ye could no longer hold back and tilted his head to let out a roar:
"Die—Come!!!"
The roar hadn't even faded.
His figure dashed forward like a blood red lightning, with dozens of blade lights exploding and linking simultaneously, forming an impenetrable web of blades.
Swish, swish, swish...
