"What the hell?"
Without even turning his head, Ye Yang slapped out a palm. The space beside him shattered inch by inch as a golden palm hurtled fiercely toward the thunderous Great Hammer.
Yet in the next instant, the golden palm was mercilessly smashed apart by the thunderous Great Hammer. After crushing the golden palm, the massive thunder hammer did not slow in the slightest as it continued toward Ye Yang.
"What expert is this? Two people are fighting, yet you dare let another prodigy interfere? Has your Qilin Clan truly declined to such a state?"
Ye Yang roared furiously, gathering power in both hands before slamming them together, attempting to use this strike to stop the thunderous Great Hammer before him.
But imagination was beautiful while reality was cruel. Endless thunder power spread across his entire body, and he was sent flying by the Thunder Hammer.
The next instant, a massive hand suddenly seized the Thunder Hammer.
"What audacity! This was supposed to be a one-on-one battle, yet the Qilin Clan disregards the rules so blatantly. Unworthy of being a Golden Immortal faction."
"Amitabha. The Qilin Clan deserves execution."
The next instant, two furious roars rang out one after another from the Buddhist camp. Then, two monks clad in robes arrived on the battlefield, one of them steadily catching the still-flying Ye Yang.
At this moment, Ye Yang was in a miserably wretched state. Both his arms had been pulverized, blood streamed endlessly from his body, and even his laws were continuously collapsing.
Seeing Ye Yang in such a state, the two monks were both shocked. One strike had turned Ye Yang into this?
Could it be that a half-step Golden Immortal had intervened?
Ye Yang was one of their foremost fighting forces. Although that person had attacked by