This battle had been going on for three days, yet a decisive victory was still elusive.
Numerous towering peaks were flattened, countless rivers sliced apart.
The forests and woods were extensively ravaged.
The drifting sword shadows, like roaming phantoms, left devastation in their wake.
As Ying Huang thrust his long spear, Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar emerged. A massive dragon shadow appeared, as though a beast capable of devouring the sky, emerging from the Red Tassel Spear.
"Thrust!"
The spear struck out, moving like a swimming dragon, the colossal dragon shadow explosively shooting toward the Carefree Dao Monarch.
But the Carefree Dao Monarch's Cold Sword was highly spirited, with a few swift sounds, it pierced through the enormous dragon shadow.
At this moment, the Carefree Dao Monarch floated among the heavens and earth, the surrounding airflows revolved around him as the center. Opposite him, Ying Huang's cold eyes were fathomless.
