Han Sanhe, What Is This?
編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
It wasn't that the guard’s cultivation base was poor but the attack had killed him before he could prepare his defenses – he could not cultivate his mystical Qi in time to save himself.
The white silhouette did not stop, opening its mouth wide in the air as a ball of light shot out with terrible force.
Swoosh!
"Marshal, be careful!"
Another two generals jumped up without hesitation to push Zi Yuanlong off his horse with fervor. With a loud bang, two large holes appeared in both the general's backs; Zi Yuanlong who was under them let out a low grunt of dismay.
The white shadow had moved so swiftly that it only left blurred shadows in the air. It struck the group continuously like rays of lightning; after pouncing with its paws, it shot out another three balls of light. A dozen generals died, their heads exploding like ripe melons during this attack, their manner of death petrifying to the eyes.
"Block it!"