Buddha's Hand Seal

This was an earth-shattering clash, far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Any casual divine ability carried the power to collapse the heavens and shatter the earth.

Above the firmament, raging demon flames burned in dark purple. The Heaven-Man Tomb Forest was a stretch of ancient blood soil, dark crimson in color.

The colors of both heaven and earth were unnatural, making one suspect they had entered the Netherworld.

Night Wanderer and the Grave Keeper Old Man were both antique-level existences. Every time they struck, they unleashed surging power, leaving Treasure Pearl Earth Treasury, Ning Xiaochuan, and the others barely able to breathe.

Night Wanderer pointed inward with one finger, and the coffins buried within the blood soil broke through the ground and flew out one after another.

There were a full three hundred and sixty coffins, containing the remains of three hundred and sixty Heaven-Men.

Guided by Night Wanderer's power, the three hundred and sixty Heaven-Man skeletons flew out of their coffins. Like Celestial Soldiers and Generals, they spat out three hundred and sixty pillars of light that poured into Night Wanderer's body.

He was borrowing the power of the dead to break the formation the Jin clan's ancestors had arranged around the Holy Mountain.

Only by breaking the formation would he have a chance to kill the Grave Keeper Old Man.

"Whoosh—"

The Grave Keeper Old Man spread his arms, and a sheet of golden radiance flew from the enormous Ancestral Tomb behind him. It condensed between his palms into a sphere of light.

He was borrowing the power of the Jin clan's Ancestral Tomb, gathering the wills of the Jin clan's ancestors throughout the generations.

The power of the Jin clan's ancestors fused with him, turning his body golden, as though it had been forged from gold.