In front of the Cao clan, the dance there was more tense than ever. The darkness couldn't hold the deadly sound of battle that was raging back and forth.
Among the hundreds of Foundation building experts, two people were different from them. They were the ones in the middle with their swords dancing with unwavering momentum.
These two were Biyu and Zimo.
Biyu and Zimo had broken through to the Foundation Building realm, raising their threat to another level. Now, they have to depend on their bloodline every time to incapacitate their enemies.
Ah!
Zimo cut through the neck of a middle-aged man, blood splashing on his face.
Without batting an eye at the splashed blood on his face.
He kicked him on the chest, breaking the few ribs left on his chest, sending him flying.
Bang!
He sidestepped a deadly sword slash and turned his body to face the elderly man beside him and punched him in the chest.
Crack!
