The massive shadow of the rod had yet to truly descend, but an invisible force carried along seemed to roll down like a fierce wind towards the white small bag below.
The white small bag trembled violently in the wind, and a broad beam of white light shot out, far surpassing the earlier five beams. It flashed into the golden rod shadow as it descended with a roar.
Threads of white light streamed out from within the golden rod shadow, causing its falling momentum to pause.
Before Shen Luo could cast a spell to respond, the spatial vortices around the small bag collided violently, with a ripping sound, a black crack appeared where the vortices clashed the fiercest.
The white small bag disappeared into it in an instant, vanishing from sight.
Shen Luo couldn't stop it in time, furrowing his brows in contemplation, and then dispersed the space of laws of strength.
