Beiming Jihu's face changed drastically.
This strike, heavy as a mountain, reminded him of the helplessness he felt when learning swordsmanship from his father as a child.
Especially now, when Beiming Jihu's injuries hadn't healed, and his strength and spiritual power had not yet recovered!
As the strike bore down, Beiming Jihu could only raise the Black Obsidian to deflect.
Clang——
A resonant sound echoed, and the hard rock under Beiming Jihu's feet cracked and shattered!
Beiming Jihu's sturdy body was forcibly lowered by three feet, as the ground beneath him was pressed into a three-foot depression, with cracks like a spider web.
The enormous pressure made Beiming Jihu's vision falter into darkness.
Fortunately, a pulling force came from behind; it was Dongbo Chengzhi weaving his sword in a circle, using the pulling force to help Beiming Jihu retreat.
Beiming Jihu's figure suddenly crossed dozens of meters, retreating to Dongbo Chengzhi's side, supported by the latter.
