Bang!
A piercing sound, He Wushuang blocked with one palm facing Shi Hao, the other grabbing towards the golden paper, divine radiance surging between them.
At this point, it's a fight to the death. For the Undying Scripture, to compete for this legendary scripture, they exhausted all means, fighting to madness.
Whoosh, a gale rose, the sky split. It was He Wushuang's golden hair, flying all over the sky, wrapping around Shi Hao like divine chains, terrifying.
"Crack!"
Shi Hao opened his mouth, spitting out a barrage of lightning, crackling, a deafening sound like thousands of volcanoes erupting simultaneously, magma surged to the heavens.
He Wushuang's golden hair strands bathed in lightning, accompanied by sparks, still wrapped around Shi Hao's arm.
"Swish!"
At the same time, many golden branches emerged behind Shi Hao, rushing forward, binding He Wushuang's waist.
"Puff!"
