Within the storm, a tornado connects Heaven and Earth.
"Stop!"
With a wave of his hand, Han Fan manifested the realms of Spirit Island, green hills, and the White Mist Dragon behind him. Their cleansing light surged, enveloping the entire palace.
Immediately, amidst the sound of sword cries like a dragon's howl, the flying sword in his hand continuously swelled, transforming into a streak of light that pierced the sky, dissipating the tornado.
One sword settles wind and waves!
This is the might of an Earth Immortal!
"This Fishman King, although he is at the peak of Fifth Level Professionals, his talents lie mostly in enslaving huge sea beasts...His head-on battle power is just average."
Su Lu watched quietly from the sidelines, gazing at the scene unfold.
With the Thunder God and Han Fan laying siege, this Fishman King had no hope for survival.
This lined up with his inner expectations.