The blade of the giant black sword had a glint on it.
The sound of it cutting through the air kept ringing.
Looking at Lin Xiu, who seemed like he needed to lean against the wall to steady himself, Zhou Diaoyu couldn't help but reveal a cunning smile.
It's all over!
Lin Xiu looked at Zhou Diaoyu who was charging over and gripped the spear even tighter with his right hand. His five fingers were like steel, grasping it tightly.
He couldn't die, he couldn't die here!
With his strong will to survive, Lin Xiu's blood began to boil.
At this moment, Zhou Diaoyu's tall figure had already appeared before Lin Xiu. With his hands gripping the black giant sword tightly, his veins had bulged out.
With him in the center, a strong gust of wind rose around and dust was blown off the ground.
Witnessing this powerful sense of oppression, even Li Yi and the others who were a distance away felt stifled like they couldn't breathe properly.