"HAHAHA!"
"Zhu Jin, I admit your Saint Grade Dou Technique is extraordinarily powerful, but it has yet to fully take shape. Its power is insufficient. How can you fight me?" Thousand-Faced Ghostly Fiend said, his sinister laughter emerging from the black mist.
"Then let's try it!" Zhu Jin snorted coldly. The silver-white thunderclouds swiftly moved, clearly intending to block the five chains.
"Wishful thinking!" Thousand-Faced Ghostly Fiend said disdainfully. He knew that his Soul Piercing Stab could not be blocked by a few measly thunderclouds.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The terrifying silver-white thunderclouds instantly arrived before the chains. The terrifying black lightning had all been absorbed by Zhu Jin, leaving the lightning atop the silver-white thunderclouds rather weak.
"Clang! Clang!" The chains collided with the thunderclouds, producing an extremely piercing sound. The next moment, a pitch-black chain suddenly pierced through the center of the silver-white thunderclouds!
The silver-white thunderclouds were instantly pierced through. Then, the five pitch-black chains shot toward Zhu Jin once more.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The silver-white thunderclouds were shattered by chains carrying eerie Ghost Qi, breaking into fragments that vanished into the sky.
"That should be enough!" Zhu Jin slowly smiled, but a terrifying aura like the power of primordial antiquity suddenly spread from his palm throughout the sky!
The scarlet eyes within the black mist suddenly narrowed.
Zhu Jin slowly closed his eyes.
But in the next moment, Zhu Jin abruptly opened them and shouted, "Heaven Descending Palm!"
His explosive cry was like thunder shaking the heavens, drawing the attention of everyone in the sky and across the desert.
"Crackle! Crackle!" The moment his words fell, two entirely different powers, one black and one white, began to pulse violently near Zhu Jin's right palm!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" In the next moment, Zhu Jin suddenly rose, heavily thrusting