The Spirit Ghost Child felt the immense energy of the Sword Aura, his body immediately retreated, eyes pitch black, showing no discernible expression.
"Phantom Stream Blade!"
Chu Ming's body also retreated, but during his retreat, a beautiful sword light brewed in his hand. The space fell silent, as if the stream water in the darkness flowed freely. Meanwhile, he glanced towards the cave, where an astonishing momentum was continuously rising, with the surrounding spiritual power gathering madly.
Plop, plop, plop...
Under the pincer attack of the two assaults, countless air currents burst one after another, and two astonishing waves of air swept around, immediately creating a swiftly appearing vacuum zone.
"Damn! Someone is actually breaking through here!"
