C1581 Level 3 Berserk

"Slash!"

A loud shout came from Tan Lang's mouth.

At this moment, it was as if the divine might of the Heavenly Dao had descended. What he said was the Heavenly Strength, and no one could defy it.

The moment the silver saber slashed down, Zhan Tianming felt as if the space in front of him had been sliced open.

One had to know that even his Inheritance Sword couldn't reach this level