The figures of five people clashed and intertwined under the setting sun, Yang Zhenshan concentrated his mind, focusing solely on countering every single attack from his four enemies.
The battle grew increasingly fierce, and Yang Zhenshan's situation became ever more perilous.
Yet Yang Zhenshan showed no sign of fleeing; instead, he continuously searched for opportunities to counterattack amidst his defense.
Amidst the flashes of swords and shadows of blades, he was like a small boat in a storm, tossed about by the surging tides.
The attacks he faced grew increasingly domineering, stronger, more dangerous, and chillingly cold, but his heart remained utterly calm.
A long spear danced amidst the dull roar of thunder, with strands of Innate True Qi surging continuously within his body.
"Just a bit more!"
Yang Zhenshan's hair and beard fluttered, his eyes flashing like lightning.
"Is that all you've got? Can't even push me to my limits?"
He bellowed loudly.
