440 When Fighting, Be a Little Less Complicated...

In the instant that Evil Sword God was directly smacked into the ground, a saying came to mind: pushed a third into the ground…

Wang Ling fixed his gaze on that deep man-shaped depression in the ground, green smoke still wafting from his palm.

Actually, when he had still been at home earlier, he had been aware of feeling a little uneasy; it was a pity that he had been one step too late.

This slap was to teach Evil Sword God a lesson for his arrogance, and Wang Ling hadn't used all of his strength.

That was because Wang Ling thought that this devil dying from just one slap would be going too easy on him…

Wang Ling hovered in the air. When he had slapped Evil Sword God, his intrinsic spirit field had already covered their surroundings at the same time, forming an independent space separated from the real world to prevent bystanders from being swept up in the battle.