"Slash!"
Wang Xi commanded softly, her lotus-like arms as white as jade, delicately holding the sword. As she swung it, a hazy brilliance followed, and the black sword body in her hand cut through the void, slashing towards the large hand.
The earth-yellow large hand did not evade, but still enveloped downwards, though it underwent a new transformation; the thunderous electricity rolling like a long river, crashing down.
Originally composed of light mist, now intertwined with lightning, this large hand feared not the sword cores cast by the Immortal Sword; even if it was split, it continued to radiate light.
Boom!
A thunderous waterfall exploded, the sound deafening, causing the entire stone furnace to shake violently.
Wang Xi's expression changed, she employed precious symbol techniques, integrating herself into the void, striving to isolate from the lightning.
