As they watched the giant palm descend and felt the terrifying power and pressure it contained, Luo Shuqing, the Huaiyang King, and the others were overcome with fear.
But at that moment,
there was nothing they could do. They could only watch helplessly as the giant palm came down, closing their eyes in despair and bitterness as they waited for death...
The black-robed man grew even more smug, a cruel smile on his lips. He seemed to be looking forward to seeing Luo Shuqing, the Huaiyang King, and the others crushed into dust beneath his palm!
However, just then,
a voice suddenly rang out like thunder from the heavens. "Hundred Evil Old Demon, you must be feeling pretty pleased with yourself right now. But don't you think you're celebrating a little too soon?"
There was a mocking edge to the voice.
As it rang out, an inexplicable force quietly descended, like a raging torrent sweeping all before it.
The giant palm conjured by the black-robed man was almost like paper. In an instant, it was utterly destroyed and obliterated!
The sudden voice and turn of events made the black-robed man's expression change. He abruptly raised his head, looking around in shock as he shouted, "Who is it?! Get out here!"
But Luo Shuqing, the Huaiyang King, and the others, who had been resigned to their fate and ready to close their eyes and die, were overjoyed when they heard the voice.
They immediately opened their eyes and looked excitedly into the distance, toward where Ning Wangshu was.
They recognized Ning Wangshu's voice at once.
Even so, the situation was completely beyond their expectations. They had never imagined that, while facing the Three Great Holy Lands, Ning Wangshu would still be paying attention to what was happening on their side.
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