At this moment, atop Lan Mountain, Tang Zhong was still fiercely battling with Adam.
The fight between the two had reached its pinnacle.
Tang Zhong, wielding his sword in midair, descended from the heavens, appearing like a Heavenly God, his blade continuously slashing down.
To describe it as a dance of sword lights and saber shadows would not be an exaggeration.
Adam had already transformed into a demon, his Blood Claws constantly tearing through the air.
But they couldn't harm Tang Zhong in the least, and every attack was blocked by Tang Zhong's counterattacks.
"No… How is this possible?" Adam roared in utter disbelief.
He knew the immense strength he possessed, granted by that mysterious stone, the stone that, given a blood offering, could merge with a human body, bestowing incredible powers upon it—as it did for him now. Its power had once amazed him, but he never imagined that he couldn't defeat Tang Zhong.
