Rumble!
After a bout of earth-shaking tremors, a huge, deep palm print had appeared on the ground.
The palm print was a full foot and five inches deep, every line of the palm visible down to the finest detail, as if it had been stamped there.
Such a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering strike instantly left the Great Venerables present staring tongue-tied and wide-eyed.
In the next instant, the Tribulation Transcending Great Venerables were like startled rabbits, all frantically fleeing outside the formation, as fast as lightning and thunder.
The way they ran without even looking back made it seem as though they had made some sort of firm resolve.
In the blink of an eye, the originally bitter and bloody slaughter came to an abrupt stop. At this moment, the only ones who still dared remain inside the formation were the eight formation guardians.
Old Monk Jiu Jie was covered in a layer of Golden Light. He slowly pressed his palms together, silently reciting a Buddhist chant, and gradually lowered his head.
Tiannan Ancestor, Divine Lord Suwu, and the other six formation guardians all wore expressions of shock and terror. For a time, none of them dared go up and strike up a conversation.
On the other side of the ancient formation, Zhao Sheng slowly withdrew his right hand, then looked indifferently at Tiannan Ancestor and the other six formation guardians.
The next moment, his gaze turned cold. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the six of them, saying icily, "You six... what are you still doing inside the formation! This Old Man will only count to three. If I finish counting and you still haven't gotten the hell out of the formation, then leave your lives here!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Tiannan Ancestor and the others'