Zhang Zhenglin let out a shout, his cry filled with despair and panic.
He had already broken through the Core Formation Stage; even if his lifespan wouldn't reach 300 years, it would at least exceed 200.
But if he were really killed by a single finger of Yang Fei, all his Cultivation would go up in smoke.
In that instant, Zhang Zhenglin regretted beyond measure, his heart ashen like dead embers.
Above the floating clouds, Chen Siyu and Liu Zhaozhi stared dumbfounded at that gigantic finger shadow of Yang Fei, carrying a world-collapsing momentum as it closed in on Zhang Zhenglin.
Both of them felt their hearts die and wished for death.
Such Divine Skills, how could a mere Zhang Zhenglin possibly withstand them?
Even if the two of them sacrificed the Male and Female Swords, they still wouldn't be able to block it, not even for a second!
