Moonlight shrouded him, his towering figure with hair flying, and empty eyes flickering, but his face was hidden.
The earth-yellow hand reached forward, causing the bristles of the Black Dog's fur to stand on end, because the pitiful little girl was seated on its back.
Ye Fan, realizing the danger, swiftly stepped forward to block. Even though he knew he couldn't win, he didn't want the pitiful little girl to be harmed. A sword cried out—CLANG! The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword was drawn and slashed down.
CLANG!
The earth-yellow hand didn't dodge at all but reached straight forward. The black Holy Sword struck a finger, sparks flew, but it didn't slash through.
This was truly terrifying. The black Holy Sword was indestructible, yet unable to cut a finger. It was impossible to imagine how the opponent had refined their body to reach such a Realm.
BUZZ!
