The battle had entered a new phase.
Dongfang Zhen's Dharma Aspect was majestic as he formed hand seals for his Thunder Skill. A relentless barrage of falling lightning and thunderous slashes hammered Balan, forcing it to divert some of its attention and arms to fend them off.
Lin Ye, on the other hand, used his incredible speed with Instant Body and explosive close-range spear attacks to inflict terrifying damage on Balan.
Balan's eight molten tentacles brandished giant weapons, weaving a dense, inescapable web of death.
Each swing of its burning great-axe unleashed a wave of scorching wind hot enough to melt stone. The thrusts of its razor-sharp spear were as fast as lightning.
These attacks were absolutely lethal! A direct hit would maim; a mere graze would kill!
Lin Ye's figure weaved through the flashes of blades and the shadows of axes, each dodge a hair's breadth from death.
