444. Death of the Ghost General

The Yellow Emperor's expression remained unchanged, clad in a dragon robe, the staff in his hand suddenly transformed into a pair of Qiankun Pangu Axes. He was surrounded by ten thousand zhang of radiant light, as if he possessed the divinity of the Sun itself.

Faced with the ferocious onslaught of the Ghost General, he waved his hand lightly, and the axe light fell like a shooting star, shaking the very fabric of heaven and earth, as sharp axe shadows pointed directly at the Ghost General.

"Boom!"

The Ghost Wailing Warblade of the Ghost General collided fiercely with the Qiankun Pangu Axes, erupting in a deafening roar.

The two forces intertwined and collided, as if thunder and storm were continuously weaving together.

The fluctuation of space churned, on the verge of collapse.

Everyone staggered, dizzily unsteady on their feet.