At this moment, Han Yu felt a tingling sensation on his scalp like never before.
Despite such speed, the Celestial Being's avatars traversed the battlefield with their followers as if they were on flat ground, their actions completely unaffected by the rapidity.
Two palms struck simultaneously, like the majestic power of the heavens, the Glazed Bottle constantly emitting dinging sounds, akin to a bell swaying in the wind.
Meanwhile, he was like a lone boat in the ocean, facing an endless furious tide, battered and scattered, his chest heaving continuously, his blood and energy almost spurting out.
In an instant, his West River Slash swung down fiercely, barely deflecting part of the force, but before he could do more, he was sent flying along with the bottle.
Like a meteor streaking across the sky, about to fall but once again struck by colossal heavenly palms from the left and right.
"These two treat me like a mosquito!"
