More and more divine sense sank deep inside, already unable to pull free. The cultivators themselves began growing extremely weak.
"Damn it, Chrono-Light Divine Thunder Sand! How could it be this accursed stuff?" the badly wounded Old Monster Beituo cursed under his breath.
He was already injured, and now even his divine sense showed signs of slipping out of control when it touched the swirling sand.
If he lost any more divine sense, his injuries would take far too long to heal.
Old Monster Beituo retreated again and again, but Lu Xiaotian had no intention of letting him leave so easily.
As soon as the Chrono-Light Divine Thunder Sand appeared, it suppressed all the surrounding flames. Strange lights of varying intensity rippled across the entire area, with bolts of lightning darting through them.
With Old Granny Guihe's help, Old Monster Beituo had barely taken a few steps toward escaping when a powerfully built man, his whole body like stone, suddenly stepped out of the Chrono-Light Divine Thunder Sand.
The man simply drove a punch forward. It came with the force of a mountain, as if he could cross a thousand miles of earth in a single step.
The two of them suddenly felt an astonishing force of gravity pulling at them.
The man's speed was not merely inconceivable; he was suppressing them from every direction.
As the Chrono-Light Divine Thunder Sand surged, the immortal troops caught in the melee were in no position to come to their aid. Without forming a tight battle formation, even protecting themselves was difficult.
Granny Guihe and Old Monster Beituo watched the fist shadow swell rapidly before their eyes. They had no time to dodge and, shocked beyond words, could only brace themselves and meet it head-on.
Granny Guihe thrust her staff forward. Crane shadows