"Crash—"
Yellow sand filled the sky, gushing out like a tide, carrying a coarse, gritty texture as it pressed down like dark clouds over a battlefield, blotting out the heavens and covering the sun.
Within the yellow sand, Baosha the Rogue held the Sand-Yellow Treasure Pagoda in his hand, his expression calm and composed, twisted Spiritual Light surging all over him as he breathed in and out sand intent.
The yellow sand seemed endless, spreading continuously through the Four Directions of Space. It was not merely the palace tower they were in; the surrounding clusters of buildings also collapsed and caved in one after another with the descent of the yellow sand, turned into rubble and powder amid the ruins.
The might of a Great Cultivator could move heaven and earth. To ordinary mortals, such a sight was no different from that of gods and immortals.
This kind of natural, mighty force—let alone the Black Armored Soldiers within the temporary palace—even Martial Dao Celestials would find it hard to meet its edge.
At this moment, inside and outside the palace tower, everything had long since become a chaotic melee.
To be precise, the surroundings had already become broken walls and ruins. Under the pressure of such terrifying battle power, even high-level restrictions found it hard to protect everything completely.
Ji Shulan held the Cyan Jade Longsword in her hand, her body covered in Azure Soft Armor. Her skin was lustrous white like reflected snow, and her heroic bearing was sharp and upright as she battled Elder Yi in the field.
Space shifted, figures crisscrossed, and every instant brought roaring tremors.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosions rang ceaselessly through the air, and there were also soul tremors like a boundless, surging sea.
But these terrifying ripples did not spread too far outward.