Now.
Wang Yu did not even look to see what fate had befallen the Tuo Dragon. He only put everything he had into casting the Profound Yin Hand and pounced toward the pale-faced Lan Boting.
Compared to when he had been in the Qi Refining stage, when the gray-black giant hand had been no larger than one zhang, the Profound Yin Hand cast by Foundation Establishment Wang Yu, bolstered by True Essence, had reached the Major Accomplishment Realm and was fully ten zhang long!
The thirty-three-meter Profound Yin Hand was like a giant's arm.
It abruptly seized the weakened Lan Boting, and his expression was filled with shock as well, his features already somewhat twisted.
"This is... the inheritance of Yellow Springs Temple. You're a true disciple of Yellow Springs Temple? How is that possible! And... you were clearly supposed to be in that position."
Looking at his panic-stricken enemy, Wang Yu smiled.
"That's right. This Wang is a true disciple candidate of Yellow Springs Temple. How about it? Are you pleasantly surprised?"
At this moment, the Profound Yin Hand was about to bloom with the true might that belonged to a Second Tier High-Grade spell. Because his True Essence was too meager, Wang Yu had only condensed one Profound Yin Hand.
But this was already more than enough!
"No... Daoist Wang, I know Elder Dizang of Yellow Springs Temple. He and the Sword Sect have—"
Hm?
In the instant Wang Yu grew suspicious, Lan Boting exploded in his hand into a mass of bloody water. He had not exerted any force. He had still wanted this Foundation Establishment Mid-stage corpse.
It was worth a fortune!
While doubts lingered in his heart, he looked toward his comrade-in-arms on the other side, the Tuo Dragon.
Only to see that most of