The shattering of the shadow did not make the white-haired figure hesitate at all; he condensed a surge of Monster Air, and the space around him broke inch by inch under his strike, countless space fragments gathered in his hand.
A massive cold light swelled in the wind, and the sky filled with cold light hung above Long Yan like numerous sharp arrows. The Star Sword swept across the sky of cold light, and all the cold light that the Star Sword swept through shattered into countless pieces, but the originally brilliant light of the Star Sword gradually dimmed.
A trace of joy appeared on the face of the white-haired man, thinking this could stop the Star Sword in the sky. Meanwhile, the initially earthy yellow monster had already shrunk into a ball scared by this terrifying momentum. It is worth mentioning that even though it was so frightened, it still stayed in place without moving.
