The Cheap Cat's remark about catching them alive almost sent Yang Zhen to his death.
Damn it, how do you catch such a huge thing?
As Yang Zhen's kick came flying, the War God let out a cold snort, swung his thigh, and the whole world seemed to flip over, the resonant rumble of the Dao vibrating and space shattering, sending Yang Zhen tumbling away.
The War God wasn't in a good shape either, staggered by Yang Zhen's kick, almost planting his butt on the ground.
Among true powerhouses, fights are this straightforward: all spells and martial skills are nothing compared to a good old punch or kick.
As Yang Zhen was sent reeling, he soared and in between his movements, countless Yang Zhen clones surged towards the War God, covering the sky and blotting out the sun.
If you're so big, then let's bury you.
"That contraption, a sack full of Clone Skills!"
With Yang Zhen's roars, countless Yang Zhens clung to the War God, bewildering him completely.
