"No, I can't keep dragging this out, or else the opponent's momentum will only grow stronger."
Duan Tianlang's face was grim. He knew that in battle, it was not just about combat power, but also momentum.
If he let the opponent's aura grow infinitely, he would be in danger.
Thus, he planned to use some absolute skills.
In the next moment, Duan Tianlang's palm danced, tracing mysterious trajectories in the air.
Then, three dharma wheels of blue light quickly condensed in the air, and with Duan Tianlang's movements, they cut towards Lin Xuan like the blade of death.
Meanwhile, his left hand merged with the Demon Wolf Martial Soul beside him, and then punched out.
Instantly, a destructive force surged forward.
Feeling this force, all the martial artists couldn't help but tremble.
However, their faces were full of ecstatic joy.
Because they believed that Lin Xuan couldn't possibly withstand such power.
As long as Lin Xuan was blasted away, all those treasures would be theirs.
