Just then, two more gigantic hands stretched out, again pressing down Jue Ling.
The man in the gray robe returned and stood not far away, his hands forming a spell, his voice urgent:
"Chen Mo, I can only hold on for three breaths, are you ready yet?!"
"Ready!"
The True Yuan inside Chen Mo's body compressed to the extreme, his fingers moved, and shards of jade chimed, a blade light that had not been cast surged out instantly!
The thread of energy in his Dantian also merged into the Sword Intent!
The Sword Intent swept over like a surge of shocking waves, a large coiling figure burst through the waves, reflecting in the pupils of Jue Ling!
"What is this...?!"
Jue Ling was stunned.
The next moment, the Sword Intent whistled past, half of its body evaporating into thin air!
The wound was a blur of flesh and bone, shattered as if torn by a fierce beast!
"Dragon Qi!"
"He can actually control Dragon Qi!"
