As the final word was delivered, Zhang Jue raised his arm and struck again.

"F*ck!" Darryl cursed and released the White Lily Cold Flame with a wave of his arm; it formed a white wall of flame around him.

The White Lily Cold Flame? Zhang Jue was alarmed; his expression darkened as he urged his internal energy to defend against the white flame. He could sense that Darryl had become stronger in the past three years, and the White Lily Cold Flame he summoned had increased in strength by folds.

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