Clang!
A clear, ringing sword cry resounded through the void in that instant.
Originally.
That vast tidal wave of blazing flames, like the waters of the Nine Heavens Milky Way, came pouring down with unstoppable ferocity, surging and sweeping, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. It seemed it would drown everything, burning all existence into ash!
In the depths of countless people's eyes.
At this moment, time seemed to stop.
They saw.
Ye Qingchen's sword sweep horizontally at the waist, as if a casual stroke, his posture light and indifferent, like the final struggle of a decaying old man.
Yet the result was that the terrifying raging tide, which carried the might of heaven and earth and an astonishing momentum, was suddenly reversed beneath this sword. Like a great wave turning its tide, it actually surged back with even greater speed than before, sweeping straight toward the Red Flame Flood Dragon!
"Roar!"
Seeing this scene.
