Zhang Yan intended exactly this, letting out a hearty laugh as he unleashed his elixir evil power continuously from his core. The Xuanhuang Great Hand grew heavier and larger, swelling inexorably as if seeking to press down all in its path until it was satisfied.
At the same time, he urged his mind, weaving a dense rain of sword light like a torrential downpour. He paid no heed to patterns or technique, simply striking ceaselessly against the protective light surrounding the lantern.
With attacks coming from both ends, Zhang Yan launched a relentless offensive against Du De, intensifying to the point that the flame atop Du De's head flickered uncontrollably—sometimes bright, sometimes dim, like a candle wavering amid a gusty wind.
From the outside, it seemed as though Zhang Yan had overwhelmed Du De the moment he made his move, seizing the upper hand.
