In the face of absolute strength, the advantage of numbers has vanished.
In the blood gushing like a waterfall, Tang Ling greedily devoured the Ancient God's Breath, and her enemies were forcibly stripped of their Evolutionary State, thus easily defeated.
A sound like the wailing of ghosts and the mournful cry of blades suddenly echoed.
The spirituality in Tang Ling's body became chaotic, as if her very soul trembled.
The Thunders encircling her flickered uncertainly.
At a critical moment, Jiang Ziyue darted forward like a specter, his blade effortlessly tearing through the sand and wind, his slashes like autumn leaves whirling in a dance of dizzying beauty, slicing spacetime to shreds.
Even with the Boundary of No Distance, Tang Ling couldn't match such Divine Speed, she had to forcibly endure her chaotic spirituality and retreat, evading the elusive blade, even her left shoulder was grazed by a line of blood.
"Stop struggling, die here."
