Ling Tianyu now has no scruples, still in the eighteenth layer, where defenses are higher than any interface below, and many core high-level figures are here.
This can be said to be Ling Tianyu's command center.
If they let it be destroyed easily, it would really be unjust to this place.
Ling Tianyu fights against three people alone, his movements clean and nimble, completely equal to the three.
The three's cultivation is still higher than Ling Tianyu's, their skills certainly very good.
The three surround Ling Tianyu in an attack.
"Bang—"
The three each throw a punch, the speed extremely fast, their trajectories leaving a trail of sparks.
The three punches land on the protective shield around Ling Tianyu, a shield exuding the force of nature.
The three feel like their fists hit cotton, devoid of force, ineffective.
"This kid really has some tricks!" the three think in awe.
