Terrifying!
Vast!
The Sect Master of the Water Moon Mirror Flower Sect, as an elderly cultivator in the Primordial Pill Realm, found himself almost becoming a small boat in a storm while facing off against the confrontation of Dharma Forms.
Even protecting his disciples and safeguarding himself from injury proved difficult.
"This is bad..."
"Both of them are at the pinnacle of the Primordial Spirit level, we've been far too careless..."
"Instead of retreating, we actually drew closer to watch the battle..."
The old Sect Master spewed out a mouthful of vital blood to protect his disciples, and with his heart pounding, he looked around: "These onlookers are likely to see bloodshed!"
But in the next moment, he felt that overpowering might disappear.
As if a collapsing mountain peak suddenly hung suspended.
The surging floodwaters hit an invisible dam.
