Soon, glimpses of seven-colored rays flashed right through the blade and blasted up into the air!
Like a dragon that had just been released, it uttered a long and loud cry before reaching into the sky.
The calmness of the desert disappeared all at once as strong winds started to storm around the surface, along with rolls of dark clouds filling the sky. Bolts of seven-colored lightning started to scatter within the heavy clouds.
"Stop! Stop it!" Fan Qianshi suddenly called out loud with a sense of emergency.
Di Hao held the blade with both hands and gave it a swing. At the same time, the seven-colored ray from the blade disappeared.
As soon as the seven-colored ray faded away, the clouds began to disperse as well, leaving the fierce sun to burn the ground once again.
Fan Qianshi looked at Di Hao, who was still in his small-sized body. Di Hao fixed his eyes on him as well, in a composed manner.