The Beast God was entangled by the power of the Dao, unable to move or counterattack momentarily.
Luo Fu faced the power of the Dao directly, confronting it with his own comprehension.
This made the Taiyi Saint Son show a hint of surprise—the heir of a declining sect had actually touched the domain of the Dao's power,
"Even if you can draw out the power of the Dao, so what? The power of the Dao also has different levels," the Taiyi Saint Son laughed softly. Seeing that the power of the Dao Luo Fu drew out was just the most basic form, he displayed a contemptuous expression and reached out with his large hand as if to grasp the sky. Between his palms, a colorful shade appeared.
As this force emerged, the Beast God and Luo Fu turned their attention to the Taiyi Saint Son.
"Divine Power!"
Many eyes glanced over in unison. A knowledgeable Saint Heir suddenly widened his eyes, looking at the circulation of Divine Power in the Taiyi Saint Son's hands, speechless with shock.
