A storm is brewing
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Xin Ruyue was struggling at death's door. After all, she was the disciple of a True Lord, and in a moment of desperation, her battle prowess was naturally not to be underestimated.
Ling Han humphed. He channeled the Three Styles of the God of War.
At this moment, it was as if he had become the center of heaven and earth, with boundless energy surging over.
Unfortunately, this energy could not be converted for his own use. It was like heaven and earth had lent it to him, and he immediately had to return it.
Ling Han felt as if all the bones in his body were cracking. He had borne too much power, and was like a barrel of gunpowder that could explode at any moment.
He couldn't hold on any longer.
He roared furiously, and charged towards Xin Ruyue. The Three Styles of God of War also poured out.
With this move, it was as if even heaven and earth had paled in comparison.