The sword formed by the spiritual seal projection directly pierced a bloody hole through the giant palm of the Demon Race strongman, and then the golden sword traveled along the wrist of this Demon Race strongman, intending to cut off this entire palm!
The Demon Race strongman felt a chill in his heart and immediately withdrew his palm, but three fingers were still severed.
At this moment.
Ye Chen grasped the Celestial Mark Sword with both hands, veins bulging, the sword's energy surging, and burst out with a blazing sword light.
The Demon Race strongman holding Ye Chen's Celestial Mark Sword could barely hold on. If he didn't let go soon, the fierce edge would slice through his palm, so he had to release his grip and then punch towards Ye Chen's face.
"Swish!"
Ye Chen used the Heaven-Ascending Step, instantly moving across the sky.
"Die!"
The Demon Race strongman was furious, roaring loudly, his chest swelling, eyes bulging, and mouth wide open.
