The once-desolate mountain branch was now rocked by tremendous tremors, the source of which was naturally the colossal thousand-foot battle-intent hand hanging in the sky.
That enormous hand seemed like an ancient giant reaching through time and space. Ancient Battle Markings covered its surface, and terrifying ripples of battle intent spread out, violently shaking the surrounding space.
As he gazed at the Demonic Hand covered in Battle Markings, even an expert as powerful as the Spear King could not help narrowing his eyes, his expression turning exceptionally grave.
For he could sense the power permeating that battle-marked Demonic Hand.
Even he found that power deeply alarming. If he had to face such an attack head-on, he had no absolute confidence that he could withstand it.
If even the Spear King was so shaken, there was no need to mention the Calamity King and the others. Their strength was a notch below the Spear King's, so the battle-intent Demonic Hand gave them an even stronger sense of danger.
"Is this the power of a Formation Master? It truly is terrifying." Jiang Yinlan said gravely, her pretty face solemn.
In the sky, Lin Langtian stared at the battle-intent Demonic Hand, a satisfied curve appearing at the corner of his lips.
Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, the battle-intent Demonic Hand dissolved into specks of light, and his figure slowly descended.
"Ha ha, congratulations, Heavenly Demon King. From now on, our Qiankun Sect finally has a true Formation Master. In this Continent Hunting War, I'm afraid the Heavenly Demon King will truly get to show his prowess."
The Spear King and the others smiled as they clasped their fists. Amid their warm smiles was an added trace of respect.
Lin Langtian smiled at that and courteously returned the gesture. After a brief