Heavenly Corpse Sect inner disciple Wang Can did not even have time to scream before his body collapsed on the spot.
As for Bai Hui, his face turned deathly pale at that moment. He felt an unprecedented crisis, the shadow of death nearly crushing his soul.
A gleam of light flashed across his chest—it was a talisman. It activated, enveloping him directly.
Unfortunately, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief or reveal the expression of one who had survived a calamity, the light wrapping around him began to crack. Before that vast power, it did not even delay it for half a second before being shattered.
That utterly terrifying force instantly crushed down upon him. His prized jade bones offered no defense whatsoever; more than half of them cracked on the spot, while his divine soul was illuminated by a blazing sun and half of it was scorched black.
Though he was still grievously wounded—so badly that he was nearly dead.
There was no doubt that the talisman's activation had bought him time. A sliver of time.
The White Bone Mountain Golden Core cultivator reacted. No—more accurately, he had long since reacted. His activation speed had simply been too slow. By the time his power fully erupted, Wang Can was already dead, and Bai Hui had been grievously wounded.
One palm—annihilation.
The White Bone Mountain Golden Core cultivator forcefully intervened, shoving Bai Hui behind him. His face twisted with shock and fury as he struck out with a palm, directly confronting Li Su's horrifying blow.
His palm force was incomparably terrifying, containing an overwhelmingly dense aura of death.
That grayish white seemed capable of withering everything—not merely living things, but dead things as well.
This was one of White Bone Mountain's three great arts: White Palm!
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