As the people of Hua Xia prayed, the army of Wanyan Company raced against time.
Bai Yan was already wielding his longsword, standing beneath the black clouds.
At this moment, there were less than a hundred of the azure dragon veins left by his side!
A mere eight thousand meters of altitude, where on average every ten meters one dragon vein would perish!
In the last two thousand meters, due to the insufficient number of dragon veins around him, a lot of black rain fell onto Bai Yan's body, leaving him covered in fresh wounds.
The whole of Bai Yan's right arm, except for the palm, had been mostly eroded, exposing half a meter of white bone!
But that Dragon Pattern Longsword remained as clear and cool as water, and those deep, indifferent eyes, their fighting spirit still unyielding! In fact, it surged even higher!
Everyone's hearts were in their throats!
"I'm here! Here to kill you!"
