“The glow of a firefly dares to compete with the moon?”

Shi Changsheng sneered and collapsed his hands together. A light-sword shot out of his forehead, and at that moment, both Long Chen and Mo Nian felt an intense feeling of mortal danger.

BOOM!

The silver drake roared and clawed the light-sword, but its claw exploded, not even close to matching it. The light-sword continued toward Long Chen and Mo Nian.

Long Chen had no other choice but to block with Evilmoon. However, when the light-sword slammed into Evilmoon, he felt like his body was about to be torn apart. Some kind of energy invaded his body, and his arms almost exploded, turning into lumps of flesh.

“What kind of power is this?!” Long Chen cried out.

“This is the power of the heroic spirit. It is similar to the faith energy of gods. After being worshipped by the Stone race for so long, it has formed a kind of mental energy… watch out!” Mo Nian suddenly shot out golden arrows. The Blood Emperor had also attacked, waving his hand. Divine swords rained down on the two of them.

Mo Nian’s arrows might be able to suppress Xue...