Mo Wangchen ignored the angry reprimands of the people behind him.
He stood in front of the Black Tower, his brows slightly furrowed, now even more certain in his heart.
Within this tower, what is being suppressed is definitely the soul of Yao Yuntian!
"Buzz..."
His palm and fingers stretched out into the void, and in an instant, a Void Giant Hand appeared, covering the Heavenly Vault.
This giant hand fiercely grasped the air, and the Dao Pattern Sealing around the Black Tower, condensed by divine charm, was instantly turned into tribulation ash, collapsing and dispersing.
"Not good!"
Behind him, the faces of more than a dozen Elders changed dramatically, and the other members of the Divine Scale Clan, who had been alarmed by the movement, also retreated far away at this moment.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
The Black Tower shook violently, as if something terrifying was about to break out from it.
"Boom!"
Mo Wangchen struck again, attempting to shatter the Black Tower.
"Stop!"
