"So, Junior Brother, you'd better worry about yourself. This is the last strike."
As his voice fell, Yang Zhao circulated his physical strength, and this time, the ground beneath his feet trembled. Fierce winds howled.
A giant dragon, even more massive than before, condensed once again. He took a step forward, his entire body flying toward Jiang Man. He struck out with a palm.
The giant dragon manifested around him, moving at his will, just like his palm. At this moment, the fierce winds locked onto Jiang Man. There was absolutely no escape.
"Meet my palm strike, and let me end your suffering," Yang Zhao's cold voice rang out, forcing Jiang Man to face him head-on.
The powerful attack did not cause Jiang Man's expression to change. He simply stood still, watching the other party roar toward him. At this moment, Jiang Man sighed. He opened his mouth and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Magic Skill, Second Volume, Light."
