Flashes of blades and shadows of swords, Yang Yu's attacks swept through the parking lot like a tornado, striking furiously against the Light of God Destruction.
The Light of God Destruction ceased converting He Meng's magic power into its own black energy and instead focused on defense, observing Yang Yu's actions and looking for his vulnerability.
Perhaps due to the continuous swinging of the sword causing fatigue, Yang Yu's movements suddenly slowed, and he carelessly swung his sword blade through thin air.
Finally, the moment Light of God Destruction had been desperately waiting for arrived.
Without a word, it dropped its defensive posture and, controlling He Meng's body, leaped suddenly, spinning like a top at high speed towards Yang Yu.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu sank down, confidently raising his shield to absorb the blow from the Light of God Destruction.
