A massive halberd shadow appeared, formed by the knife's energy, as if splitting mountains and seas, cleaving toward Ji Zimo.
Under the immense momentum, the air of the entire arena seemed to be squeezed out. The Ancient Martial Artists felt breathless, with roaring sounds filling everyone's eardrums, like war drums, like tens of thousands of galloping horses, shaking and dizzying, yet their blood seemed ignited, boiling.
If given a knife, they could fearlessly slay enemies; if given a horse, they dared to charge alone. The Unrivaled Slash affected everyone's emotions. At this moment, even the timid seemed to have forgotten their fear.
"What a unique aura," Lin Tian carefully sensed, a picture emerging in his mind: a war general, holding a Sky Halberd, charging at the forefront of the battlefield.
Facing the astonishing slash, Ji Zimo also raised the Sky Soaring Sword, slashing horizontally, a white light flew out, like holy light, meeting the phantom of the Sky Halberd.
