The next moment.
Ye Hongfei tapped the tip of his foot lightly on the arena and rose into the air like a dragonfly.
He spread his hands.
"Million Lion Formation."
As his words fell.
Thunder roared from beneath the ground.
The sound was so loud it was as if a chariot was rolling past in the heavenly court.
At the same time, countless troops appeared on the arena.
Endless cavalry rode warhorses, galloping across the stage.
Each and every one of them incomparably mighty and fierce.
Warhorses rose and fell in waves.
They appeared and vanished like ghosts.
Zhang Yu rampaged across the arena like a crazed bull.
"Holy Light Slash."
A giant sword about a hundred zhang long appeared above the arena.
It slashed straight down toward the countless warhorses.
Its momentum soared to the heavens.
But that army of horses was as elusive as phantoms.
The vast energy hacked into the warhorses, yet it was like punching cotton.
Zhang Yu saw his strike miss.
