"Four palms, fight!"
Zhong Lishan shouted, and the five people simultaneously changed their fingerprints. A glass ball-sized sphere of light suddenly trembled, and with a single tremble, it managed to withstand the fierce blow from Hei Jiu's odd saber.
"Wow!"
The small sphere, the size of a glass ball, suddenly transformed into a stream line, shooting directly at the center of the array, where Black Number 9 stood.
"Hmm, glad you came!"
Hei Jiu roared, too lazy to dodge.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
He lined up three terrifying sabers, slashing three times in succession, colliding with the Light Team. With each collision, the light group was forced to expand into a circle. After three times, the radius had exceeded the height of a person, but the power also sharply decreased by over 90%.
"Buck!"
Hei Jiu failed to timely slash the fourth saber, and the massive light, now changed in color, finally struck him.
