The terrifying aura of the Saint Venerable Realm spread out, pressing down on Wang Xu like a mountain, almost suffocating him.
"Hei Ya! Divine Wind! Defeat Lan!"
Three Saint Venerable Realm puppets appeared in front of Wang Xu in an instant, but this terrifying attack shattered them to pieces, their spirituality extinguished, leaving them as three mindless, broken puppets.
"Not dead?" a raspy and unfamiliar voice said unexpectedly.
Wang Xu had no time to react when a beam of white light lit up the entire sky!
The terrifying aura of the Saint Venerable Realm swept over again.
The feeling of danger and death seeped deep into Wang Xu's bones, his subconscious telling him that if he were hit by this strike, he would have no chance of survival!
"God-Suppressing!"
The ancient desolate aura spread, and Wang Xu's entire body radiated extreme golden light.
Rumble~
Amidst the golden light, a giant palm reached toward the white light.
"Hmm?" The raspy voice felt surprised again.
