The heavenly steps changed section by section, the giant palms constantly exchanging positions, as Han Yu traversed, his figure swirling.
After several leaps, he punched towards one of the drums, Ox Head panicked, hurriedly unleashing spiritual power, the eight flags simultaneously flew out, the blood-red light constantly sweeping through.
However, it was never able to pin down Han Yu, only able to watch as Han Yu punched through one of the ghost-faced drums.
"Just one more left."
The Artifact Spirit laughed joyfully within the Sea of Consciousness.
As long as this one was also destroyed, Han Yu's Fire Series divine techniques would no longer be suppressed.
Thinking of this, Han Yu shot out once more like an arrow from a bow, crushing the vines along the way, the eight flags shot towards him like continuous cannons, the blood-red light sweeping past repeatedly.
"Come!"
