Chapter 2201
After the broken finger was attached.
Holding up his bandaged arm, Firenze walked out of the infirmary.
The battle in the sky was not lost on him in the slightest.
The clouds were hanging down and the sea was standing up, the waves were shocking, and all these terrifying moves no longer seemed to be the power possessed by this worldly interval.
Feeling under his feet, the hull of the ship that was constantly lurching because of the aftershocks of the battle.
He could not help but marvel.
“Is this really an ability that human power can achieve?”
Although he had followed Master Xue Wu for many years.
However, he had never seen the Fifth Master strike at full strength.
This battle had instead given him a clear sense of the Sixth King’s, truly terrifying strength.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with longing and yearning.
On the side, Lin Mo was also concentrating on what was happening in front of him.
“Cultivate hard, we are still young, there are plenty of opportunities and breakthroughs.”
For Nangong Jingluo and White-Faced Lang’s terrifying battle power.
Naturally, he was also yearning for it.
But it was only a feeling of yearning.
Such a move was still quite different from the man’s world-destroying sword in the Tai Ah Illusionary Realm.
As long as his cultivation level increased, his perception of sword breakage deepened.
In the future, he would definitely be able to climb up to that peak and see the many prosperities of this world.
As he had said to comfort Huo Hua, he was still young now and had a long future ahead of him.
The Tai Ah in Lin Mo’s hand also seemed to sense his state of mind, and the sword began to tremble slightly.
On the other side, the battle was still going on.
Nangong Jingluo looked at the aftermath of the battle between himself and White-Faced Lang and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
Luckily, he was resourceful enough to pull this battlefield far away.
If such a battle were to take place near his beloved ship, it was decided that it would damage the hull.
But at this time, after experiencing such a violent clash of great moves.
Both of them had been greatly depleted, both in terms of their physical strength and the spiritual energy in their bodies.
At this moment, White-faced Lang’s forehead was already covered with beads of sweat and his breathing had turned heavy.
Although he felt his body was getting tired, he could not help but feel a sense of relief in his heart.
However, he could not help but feel proud in his heart.
Today, he already had the strength to rival the Six Kings.
Although this power would last for a short time, as soon as the accumulated spiritual power was exhausted.
His realm would plummet.
However, as long as he cultivates diligently, he will have such strength again in the future.
Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, a seventh king will appear in China.
Of course, everything in the future would depend on whether he could defeat the King of the East of the Sea today.
With this in mind, he once again mobilised his aura.
However, just as he was about to strike again.
Nangong Jingliu, hanging from the back of the eagle, was already leaping towards him.
Midway through his dive.
He spread his right hand.
The black shadow of the eagle’s claw hand reappeared.
And at this moment, he was like a giant eagle.
When his aura shook, a loud eagle’s cry rang out in the void.
Before White-faced Lang could make a move, he felt his aura weaken.
The originally solid giant snake silhouette trembled at once.
“The power of suppression!”
After exclaiming in shock, he then realized with despair.
The aura that had been flowing unhindered suddenly became incomparably stagnant.
A feeling of awe was also involuntarily born in his heart.
This was the power of suppression between species.
No matter how fierce a viper is, in front of a falcon, it is still just food.
This is an innate restraint between species and has nothing to do with cultivators.
So no matter how much White-Faced Lang struggled, his strength continued to shrink rapidly on all fronts.
“Ah, I’m not convinced!”
Under a long whistle with his head up.
Nangong Jingluo’s one-handed eagle claw had already arrived in front of him.
The terrifying eagle claw shadow was like a mountain pressing down on his body, and his internal organs felt like they were being kneaded together.
White-faced Lang felt a fishy sensation in his mouth and nose, and bright red blood spurted straight out.
The snake’s shadow at this moment also dissipated into thin air.
With a shrivelled aura, he fell unwillingly into the sea.