"Bang!"
A massive sound suddenly erupted, and everyone nearby felt a ringing in their ears.
Jonah raised the machine in his hand, looking proudly toward Zhou Yingting.
With this strike, Zhou Yingting is surely dead!
But when he lifted the machine and saw Zhou Yingting still standing intact, preparing for another move, his pupils narrowed sharply.
"Damn it!"
Even he himself thought he would be dead from that strike.
Yet Zhou Yingting was completely unscathed, this disparity in strength instantly made his hair stand on end.
Without a moment of hesitation, he turned to flee.
But Zhou Yingting was already braced, and there was no way he would let him escape.
At this moment, the Han Sword in Zhou Yingting's hand was glowing to the extreme.
As Zhou Yingting moved, a beam of starlight flew directly into the battlefield, his figure following behind, passing through the battlefield with the starlight.
