"Love! Unlimited!"
When Duan Yun and Dharma Image Xiao Yu unified once more, spinning upward like starting a mecha, other sounds suddenly echoed in the arena.
One must know the sound of the blade wind created by Duan Yun was already tremendous, no less than a real tornado, yet it still couldn't suppress that voice.
Sporadically, Duan Yun heard the other party seemed to be saying—"A bag of rice yo! How many floors to carry!"
"Divine Soil Heavenly Attack!"
Puh chi puh chi puh chi!
An ear-piercing sound of earth breaking erupted, as if something was continuously emerging from it.
The next moment, Ziyu's eyes saw a sea of white.
Sharp white.
If Duan Yun and Dharma Image Xiao Yu's Love Unlimited was a ghostly blue blade hurricane, then what emerged from the ground was a chaotic white tapestry.
With a booming crash, the ghostly blue hurricane clashed with the chaotic white tapestry.
