Roar!
The surging beams of light shot towards Ning Zheng, from all directions, with over a dozen beams disassembling the mountains, rivers, and towering buildings along the way, transforming into golden streamers shooting at Ning Zheng.
"As expected of the ancient sages...how exaggerated." Ning Zheng turned his head silently.
Boom!!
The shining brilliance coming at him was like a golden sun rising on the sea horizon, quickly evaporating a large part of the Nether River.
The Nether River dried up, dwindled, disappeared, and turned into the purest and brightest light.
The massive combined attack was utterly unavoidable.
A trace of coldness flashed across Ning Zheng's face.
He didn't cultivate steps, nor escape techniques, so he chose the most reasonable method: withstand the attack.
One force can subdue ten skills!
Take advantage of their old age and depleted mana!
This was his only strength to overpower them.
