At this moment, a pure white Sword Qi rose up.
"Yu Zi!" Bai Zhenzhen's shadow appeared behind Zhang Yu, holding the sword hilt with him: "Follow my feeling."
"Let's strike together."
Using the last of his strength, driving the final Sword Qi, Zhang Yu, with his battered body, followed Bai Zhenzhen's guidance. He soared and slashed, the white Sword Qi arduously cutting through the turbulence ahead, as if slicing the two suns on the battlefield inch by inch.
With this powerful strike, Zhang Yu seemed to become one with his sword, his entire body like a sharp sword thrusting forward.
In such a posture, Zhang Yu used his hand to block the incoming shockwave, with his head and torso forming a straight line behind his arms.
Thus, after the Spiral Sword cut through the shockwave, weakening the approaching explosion.
