The black scythe, with an extremely fierce momentum, contained a terrifying oppressive force. Wherever it passed, even the space twisted open because of it. Among the strong figures of Yingzhou like Beichuan Ye and Liusheng Zongyan, all of them had their hearts in their throats. How could Ling Chen possibly withstand such a terrifying assault?
Under the focus of numerous gazes, Ling Chen suddenly raised his hand. His palm extended out, and above the sky, clouds abruptly surged, rushing towards the top of Ling Chen's head. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and as the thunderclouds split apart, a giant hand made of thunderclouds stretched out. Under those shocked gazes, it actually caught a thousand-zhang black scythe.
"Slash!"
