C256 Last Battle!

Clang!

The Dead Dragon Sword unleashed its roar!

Its power, though not as formidable as the first strike, was godlike—irresistible and unstoppable. Lang Tianya, racing forward, braced himself and summoned his elemental force in an instant. He was surprisingly prepared this time. A halo of light danced in his palm, while the hundreds of elite disciples behind him, unable to control themselves