Who the Deer Falls To, Is Yet Unknown

Hum!

In mid-air, the Black Arm gave a slight tremor, and instantly, the surrounding black mist gathered to form a massive black hand.

This hand spanned ten zhang, its momentum astonishing as it ruthlessly clawed toward the direction of the Underground Palace.

At this moment, the demonic cultivators of the Little Night Palace all changed color!

Everyone felt a sense of immense terror radiating from this black hand.

"So strong."

Long Qing muttered.

Although he was at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, facing this overwhelming black hand, he felt as if there was nowhere to hide.

It seemed that once this black hand moved, he would be snatched up like a chick, with no chance to escape.

"This demonic senior's strength is formidable; I fear it approaches the Spirit Transformation Realm..."

Li Fengling's lips curled into a smile.

This Body Cultivator was a thorn in her side; only his death would bring her peace of mind.

Feeling the black hand descend, Chen Changming's body stiffened, and he felt immense pressure.

For a moment, he felt his own insignificance, and at the same time, a desire for greater strength surged within him.

Only by becoming stronger could one control their own destiny!

Just as the crowd at the Little Night Palace thought the black hand was about to succeed, they suddenly felt a powerful, icy chill permeate the air, followed by a storm of extreme cold erupting from the entrance of the Underground Palace.

The extreme cold storm collided with the black hand, instantly forming a massive block of ice that forcibly froze the black hand in place.

"Hm? Who goes there?"

The Black Arm was startled, its tone filled with disbelief.

How could there be another expert comparable to the Spirit Transformation Realm in this Ancient City?