"Senior Brother..." Shang Yi was startled awake by that stick and looked at Yann Luo with lingering fear.
The shock was still evident on Yann Luo's face, but when he saw Hei Qing's weakening aura after wielding that stick, a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"Junior Brother, Hei Qing can't maintain that state for long. Let's each flank him and entangle him until his Qi Blood is exhausted... hmph hmph!"
Yann Luo was not mistaken; Hei Qing's Black Pupil amplification could indeed not last long.
Thus, it had to be a quick battle.
Hei Qing smashed down with a heaven-shaking stick, quickly followed by the second, third stick...
One stick after another.
It seemed immensely powerful, but each one was dodged by Yann Luo and Shang Yi.
After the seventh stick, the power of the eighth began to wane.
Upon the thirteenth stick, a sense of weakness surged within Hei Qing.
The thirteenth stick was smashed out.
Bang!
Yet the power was not even half of the previous one!
