It was just like the old saying: Strike first, achieve lethality. Strike second, meet calamity. There was no way Yang Qi would give his enemies a chance to surround him and attack him all at once. It was obvious he couldn’t resolve this enmity with the Seven Preheaven Masters. Therefore, he had to fight fire with fire.
However vicious his enemies were, he would be more vicious!
Beat the enemy down. Kill them. That was Yang Qi’s style.
He who hesitates is lost.
He used his Infernal Deity Spear to fight seven opponents at the same time, and each attack became like an enormous god of death, ready to harvest any souls it encountered. In the blink of an eye, the Nightfall Symphony swept over all of the Seven Preheaven Masters.
Before they could fully recover from the shock of the initial clash, much less set up their formation, Yang Qi attacked.
Each spear was as powerful as a mountain, attacking from numerous angles, a firestorm of destruction that was unparalleled under heaven.
Yang Qi even threw in all of the power of the ancient megamammoths that he could muster, making the attacks more deadly in nature....