Amidst the dense fog, a massive balance suddenly appeared behind Jian Cangfeng.
"A cicada's wing is heavy, while a thousand pounds is light, rise!"
With a flick of Jian Cangfeng's sleeve, one end of the balance plummeted rapidly.
The cultivation auras around Chu Xisheng and a few others were rapidly surging.
At this moment, Jian Cangfeng was momentarily stunned, sensing a powerful aura ahead in the fog had vanished.
Judging by the direction before the fog spread, it should be that Shen Kun Great Elder.
Is this person dead? Or has he hidden his tracks?
As Jian Cangfeng's mind raced, his hand movements remained swift and decisive.
Whether this person is dead or not, their situation is still perilous.
With one Shen Kun dead, several Second Grade and even First Grade experts are still here.
He pointed his hand forward.
"Near and Far!"
This is an extreme move from the Heaven Measuring Sword, with a peculiar effect.
