Having said that, the Crane Immortal suddenly waved both hands, and in an instant, a dazzling and powerful spiritual power shot out from his fingertips, like a sharp lightning, tearing through the air with a howling wind, shooting straight at the black-robed figure. The black-robed figure was unable to dodge, and the spiritual power instantly struck his chest.
"Ah!" The black-robed figure let out a shrill scream, his body like a kite with a broken string, once again flying backward. His black robe flapped loudly in the fierce wind, and he crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. This time, he was even more severely injured, without even the strength to struggle to get up, only able to lie on the ground in a state of distress, his eyes filled with despair and hatred, staring fixedly at the Crane Immortal, as if wanting to devour him alive.
