C1076 Who Do You Think I Am?

Zhang Yu stood resolute, his sword at the ready, as he marshaled his full strength and fixed Hee Junhong with an icy glare.

"O mighty Yin Yang Divine Pattern, suppress this insignificant worm before me!" Hee Junhong implored with fervent prayer, tapping into an ethereal force that connected him to the near-dormant essence of the Divine Pattern