The White Tiger suddenly opened its beastly mouth, revealing a white sphere inside, crackling with intense electric light.
"Be careful of the Geng Metal Divine Thunder."
Bian Yingjie shouted, quickly retreating.
"Junior brother, run quickly."
Chi Zhonglin's face also changed drastically, and he swiftly retreated while reminding Zhong Lin.
The next moment, the orb of platinum-colored lightning rushed out and exploded continuously, countless sword lights were interwoven with Sword Qi, cutting in all directions.
Buzzing!
The low thunder echoed endlessly in the sky, everything tangible and intangible trembled and shattered under this lightning and sword light, turning all substances into dust wherever it passed.
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, though they ran fast enough, they were still injured.
"Damn it, to be pushed to this point by a beast, Big Bian, cover me."
