The heavens and earth were blindingly bright.
Countless purple lightning bolts surged violently from Jiang Shi's body, manipulated by him, they fiercely collided with Meng Fang's one hundred and eight thousand swords.
Between the two, blinding divine light burst forth, almost blinding those who looked, as if a blazing divine sun had risen here.
At that moment, it seemed as if the entire ground began to tremble.
Daoist Master Xuan, Cangwu, the Earth King, and the Fire King were all taken aback, quickly raising their hands to shield their eyes, filled with astonishment.
In the distance.
The yellow-robed man and his group racing over here were even more shocked, quickly looking up and then rushing forward with increased speed.
"They're fighting!"
"What a terrifying disturbance!"
"This person is not weaker than Meng Fang!"
"Let's go!!"
Silhouettes sped toward the battlefield.
