The Martial Monk leaped down from the city wall, stepping into the void. Although there was no severe sound of wind breaking, his figure resembled lightning, crossing half the battlefield in just a few steps, heading straight for the Evil Dragon Ancient Emperor beyond the Dragon Tide.
At the same time, the dragon wings behind the silent, standing Evil Emperor suddenly spread open, and the pitch-black Magic Power surged out like a volcanic eruption, casting shadows over the sky.
With a flap of the dragon wings, the Evil Emperor's figure vanished in an instant.
The Hero's Emerald Eyes flickered continuously, barely catching the track of His flight through the air.
When the Evil Emperor reappeared, he was already before the Martial Monk in mid-air.
Without any unnecessary words, both simultaneously threw a punch.
Instantly, the sky and earth changed color, a violent shockwave swept through, leveling the overcast clouds, roaring like thousands of thunders exploding.
