The battle in the sky had lasted for more than an hour, and people were constantly falling down, yet those who remained still struggled to hold on.
The light screen had become extremely dim, and it was covered with cracks, as if it could shatter at any moment like a cracked egg.
Of course, the people from the Four Great Sects weren't in much better shape; after all, creating this Hundred Battle Blade required a lot of power.
The Master of Tiandao Peak, wielding the Hundred Battle Blade, stood proudly in the air, laughing wildly: "Long Yi, are you really going to stick it out? Does the Great Might Dragon Gate truly wish to perish alongside that Su fellow?"
Long Yi, now covered in blood, appeared even calmer; he said nothing, merely quietly held up the light screen above his head a little higher, highlighting his resolve!
"Stubborn fool, you deserve to die here!" the Master of Tiandao Peak shouted angrily, wielding the Hundred Battle Blade once more.
