C135 A Bitter Battle

Ye Changsheng roared furiously. His black hair fluttered in the wind. He stretched out his left hand and lifted the majestic immortal gate. His body sank, and with his Qi and blood as the foundation, it was as if he was lifting a huge mountain. With his right hand holding the halberd, he charged forward. Every step he took left a footprint that was three feet deep!

"Sword, come!"

With a shout