Buzz… Boom!
An arc of light like lightning that ripped the long night condensed from the sword mark, wanting to cut Caspian into two at once.
Handsome hurriedly shut its eyes tightly, completely scared to look at the scene any longer.
In Caspian’s eyes, confidence surged, and he smiled.
Then, he suddenly shouted, “The Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon!”
Crackle and rattle!
In the faint noises, a layer of fine purple dragon scales swiftly emerged on his entire right arm, and a violent and demonic aura burst out as if a trapped demon dragon roared, wanting to get back to the world.
“The Immortal Demon Physique!”
Caspian did not dodge or evade.
Instead, he used his left hand as a weapon and directly faced the sword light.
Clang!
The sword light collided violently with Caspian’s palm in midair like two sharp knives with full strength exploded in mid-air.
Crack!
Boom!
The ground around Caspian all shattered and collapsed at once, and the layers of earth waves spread out in concentric circles.
As Handsome closed its eyes, the little pig did not know what happened, and it immediately fell when the ground trembled.
Its plump body suddenly rolled away in the distance.
At that moment, the surface of Caspian’s left arm shot out dense bloodlines.
However, there was no sign of retreating in Caspian’s eyes, only the madness of getting braver as he fought.
With a roar, Caspian stepped on the ground with both feet, and the earth shattered again and again.
Then, he suddenly took a step forward.
Crack!
The ground exploded again and again, and cobweb-like cracks continued to spread around.
Then, he exerted force on the five fingers of his left hand.
No matter how painful it was, he would not let go and firmly grasped the sword light.
The sword light in Caspian’s hand buzzed nonstop as if it was furious, struggling frantically and wanting to cut Caspian into pieces.
In a flash, it became a competition between sword intent and Caspian will.
The one that could not hold on would be the loser.
“I won’t lose!” Caspian showed a faint smile.
His body was full of energy as he pushed the sword light a step forward.
Soon, blood gushed out from Caspian’s arm.
The air currents rolled up around him like countless blades, slashing his body with scars.
However, Caspian was not afraid, let alone had the thought of retreating.
“Ahhh!”
In a series of roars, Caspian’s condensed qi and blood were working to the extreme.
In every muscle of his body, there was a loud noise like iron steels were dragged.
At that instant, Caspian was not like a human but a metal beast that no one could match.
Boom!
All of Caspian’s strength gathered on his left arm, and the void around his left arm seemed to be stretched open, appearing distorted at a glance.
The space was like twisted colored glass, reflecting a strange scene.
Even though Caspian’s fingers bled, his power was only getting stronger.
The sword light he held tightly in his hand struggled less and less as if it were a violent python with depleting strength.
As time passed by, the ground started to shatter.
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