"That man!"
The instant the Azure Sun Great Handprint appeared, Yan Qianji recognized its wielder.
It was the nightmare that had brought him ten years of torment!
From his panicked cries, everyone roughly understood that the newcomer might be the powerhouse who had grievously wounded Yan Qianji ten years ago. But beneath the pressure of the Palm Seal, there was no longer time to think it through.
Each person unleashed their strongest move—some wearing it down, some meeting it head-on, and some clinging to desperate defense. Everything was for the sake of blocking that heaven-shaking palmprint.
In an instant, only ear-splitting detonations could be heard at the foot of Yanfu Mountain.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Seven explosions erupted in succession, all at once.
The terrifying shockwaves even sent the prostrated Black Tortoise tumbling.
If Bai Mei Ling had not been shielded by that Mysterious Yellow Great Seal, she would likely have been beaten to the point where both body and soul were annihilated.
The violent tremors shook heaven and earth, even carrying up the mountain.
The people on the mountain seemed to have heard the disturbance as well. One by one, lines of sight radiating a ghostly green fire turned toward the mountain foot, but the large number of remaining restrictions made everything indistinct.
They could not see clearly, but the participants in the battle saw everything with perfect clarity.
Strands of drifting ghostly energy gathered amid the howling wind, continuously recombining into their original bodies.
But compared with before, they had already become far thinner.
Even Yan Qianji, after first being grievously wounded by Wang Yuan, was now unable to gather his ghostly body.
Seven pairs of eyes swept toward the sky.
A young man dressed in gorgeous feathered robes, with a handsome face, was looking