The old man in golden robes was both shocked and enraged to see the spirit insect he had painstakingly raised slain.
Han Changming brought out the Dry Yang Gourd and struck it with a spell seal. The Dry Yang Gourd spun through the air, spewing forth countless yellow grains of sand. Runes flickered across the surfaces of those yellow grains, giving off astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations.
With a hand seal, the yellow sand abruptly lit up with dazzling yellow light and swelled enormously. After a blur, the grains suddenly fused together, transforming into a colossal yellow fist several hundred zhang wide, its entire body gleaming with yellow light.
Accompanied by a piercing whistle through the air, the giant yellow fist smashed toward its opponents.
The old man in golden robes snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve. A golden folding fan shimmering with spiritual light appeared in his hand. A golden centipede was depicted on its surface; it was a mid-grade spirit treasure.
The old man in golden robes gave the fan a light wave. The golden centipede seemed to come alive, letting out a shrill, ear-piercing hiss as a wave of foul-smelling golden flames swept out. The flames abruptly condensed into a golden fire centipede over a hundred zhang long, radiating terrifying heat.
Wherever the golden fire centipede passed, green smoke billowed.
A shrill howling rose up as a hazy azure hurricane swept in, transforming into an azure wind python a hundred zhang long. This was mana taking form.
The azure wind python tangled with the golden fire centipede. After a series of thunderous explosions, the golden fire centipede was torn to pieces by the azure wind python. Golden flames engulfed the wind python's body, and the two perished together.
The old woman in blue robes brought out a jade