Two hundred miles outside the Zhenwu Sect, the Cui Feng Mountain no longer exists.
The place is now filled with hurricanes stretching from the earth to the sky, with vile aura billowing upwards. Under the clash of three supreme beings, this place has become a land of natural disasters.
However, fortunately, this battle is about to end. The white-haired Daoist standing in the sky, treating the hurricane tornadoes as nothing, will become the final and all-anticipated victor.
"Boom——"
Within the hurricane, a powerful fist force broke through the air, followed by a fist strong enough to shake mountains and rivers.
"Still not giving up."
Qing Yu calmly reached out, his seemingly powerless white hand pressed against the fist and suddenly gripped tightly. At this moment, the overwhelming fist power couldn't shake Qing Yu in the slightest.
"Crack······"
