The sword energy tore at Wu Mingjie’s own sword aura like a starving beast, preventing it from advancing even an inch. The two surging, magnificent currents of sword energy spiraled around each other in the air like two vigorous dragons; each clash erupted with blinding light, as if the very air around them had been set ablaze. Their intense collisions produced a deafening roar that echoed continuously, like the fury of thunder, unsettling all who heard it. The sword energy within this storm was as fierce as a gale accompanied by a torrential downpour, each strike containing boundless power.
It continuously eroded Wu Mingjie’s sword aura, grinding it away bit by bit. Wu Mingjie’s face gradually turned pale, and his eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness and helplessness. He knew that his sword energy was simply no match for the "Rage of the Storm." Finally, with one earth-shattering roar, Wu Mingjie’s sword energy was completely swallowed.
Immediately after, Wu Mingjie took a deep breath, and a spirit of indomitable determination welled up in his heart. He understood that there was no turning back for him now; only by giving his all could he have even a glimmer of hope for victory. With a stern, cold gaze, he seemed to focus all his determination and strength into this single moment. The long sword in his hand danced again, its trajectory more erratic than before—now spiraling through the air like a great dragon, now weaving through the grass like a nimble snake. The blade e…
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