The spiral-shaped glacier was shattered by the iron rod, and even the water tribe's half-step Saint King was impacted, taking seven consecutive steps back, each step spanning dozens of meters. 。The Water Clan's Demi-Saint King's body, appeared with several cracks, he was actually lightly injured. 。"Wow, that's amazing!" 。The Water Clan's Demihuman Saint King spread his arms wide, hastily erecting a water sphere with a diameter of a hundred meters to protect his body within. 。",On the other side, Zhang Ruochen rode the golden chariot and was unstoppable. He crashed into seven peak-level Saints in a row, injuring three of them severely. 。,Of course, the sword speed of the East Flow Sword Venerable became slower and slower. 。The sword qi on the blade, also warped space, gradually dispersed. 。。