"For a Holy Soldier, the Martial King First Layer is still too low, like a three-year-old child wielding a huge blade!"
Wei Fan felt as though he was holding not a sword, but a mountain weighing ten thousand jun, each movement extraordinarily difficult.
As power surged through, his lifespan was uncontrollably drained; even though he tried his best to defend his origin, some life force still slipped away.
Nevertheless, a Holy Soldier is a Holy Soldier. Even if moving it is hard, the mere ripples that it creates can annihilate all enemies. As the Holy Formation drew near, it was blasted away by the Holy Soldier's ripples before it could even approach his body.
The entire Guangling Sect trembled, light curtains undulating with waves as if they were on the brink of shattering. Everyone involved in the formation's defense had faces flushed and Qi Blood surging.
