Zhou Heng's counterattack was like a flash of lightning, just one sword, and then everything was over.
Ye Guyu looked at Zhou Heng in disbelief, wanting to say something, but could only spit out a string of blood bubbles, collapsing with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.
For Zhou Heng, as long as there's a chance to strike with a sword, it's enough to be lethal!
His eyes were blood-red, a fierce glare emanating, like an ancient ferocious beast. Being swept by his gaze, even Lin Xianyang and Li Yuncong, such Comet Emperors, felt a chill in their legs, unable to resist the urge to turn and flee.
A beam of light flashed over Ye Guyu's body, forming a trembling light curtain, like a mirror.
Zhou Heng sheathed the Black Sword, desperately absorbing the Life Essence Qi from within it, while the Star Vortex spun madly, drawing mysterious powers from the void, restoring his Spiritual Power at a terrifying speed.
But this still required time.
