Before Ye Tianming could catch his breath, a second wave of reddish-crimson light struck in succession, its power even more formidable than the last.
His Spirit Sword collided with the light, sending brilliant sparks flying in all directions.
Ye Tianming felt an overwhelming, cataclysmic force travel through the Spirit Sword. His arms went numb, and blood streamed freely from the web between his thumb and forefinger.
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