Back then, he had seen Daoist Master's condition with his own eyes.
But Lü Wushuang knew nothing of it. She spread her arms, and her entire body slowly rose, drifting diagonally into the air.
Yuan Gang, who had leaped down and rolled across the ground, ran up a dune. He raised his head and watched, waiting for the scene he anticipated to unfold.
Lü Wushuang, standing still in midair, also glanced below. Seeing how quickly he had run, she feared he might escape. But when she saw him stop and no longer run, she figured that even if he did flee, he could not escape her grasp. Her gaze settled once more on the tall tower.
Her entire body suddenly flashed. Whoosh! Like an immortal flying in from beyond the heavens, trailing a string of afterimages, she slammed toward the tower.
She did not charge for its summit, but straight for its middle. As she neared it, she suddenly threw out a palm strike with savage force, like a meteor crashing into a mountain.
Bang! A world-shaking boom rang out as a solidly stacked stone block exploded into fragments and shot in every direction.
Yet Lü Wushuang, whose palm had struck the tower, abruptly sensed that something was wrong. The stone's hardness exceeded her imagination; it was only slightly inferior to steel. With a full-force blow from her cultivation, she had only shattered a single stone.
What she felt even more deeply was that this high tower clearly possessed the ability to transmit force as a whole. The destructive power of her attack had acted only upon one point, while the surging force that pushed and pulverized seemed to have spread throughout the entire tower, apparently traveling down its body and into the earth.
This time, she also felt more