CLANG—
The Eight-Sided Han Sword intertwined with the Western Thin Sword, their howls tearing through the air, radiant with a cold gleam.
The Flesh Fungi Blanket on either side of the corridor, like cloth, was easily ripped apart by the crisscrossing Sword Qi; even the alloy walls bore deep sword marks.
The sound of metal clashing filled their ears. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen blows.
"I can't believe you've turned traitor too!" Li Ang bellowed, pulling out a steel rod and sweeping it towards the Black Holy Son, who was relentlessly entangled with Wanli Fengdao.
The Dusk Knight standing beside him silently raised a Knight Spear named "Hidden Glowing Thunder Light" with one hand. He heavily stomped on the Flesh Fungi Blanket, his body charging forward with the momentum of a fully-powered truck.
