If they did not act now, then once Golden Baleful Patriarch met with disaster, neither he nor anyone else present would escape unscathed.
Whether others lived or died had nothing to do with him.
But when facing an existence with such abilities, if he fought alone, then even with the many life-saving measures he possessed, he had no confidence he could handle it.
In this situation, Su Shi'er knew full well what choice he had to make.
He brought his palms together, and dense true essence surged out from his dantian.
A solid palm seal emerged between his palms.
Yet after the palm seal took shape, it was not released at once. Instead, following Su Shi'er's hand movements, it further contracted into his palms.
The man before him had once been an Immortal, and his methods were unfathomable and bizarre.
There would only be one chance to strike.
If he failed to succeed in one blow and instead alerted the other party, finding another opening would not be so easy.
As Golden Baleful Patriarch remained locked in a struggle with the blue-black giant palm, the old man in the hall had already risen from the wooden seat with his half-wooden body.
Nearly all the roots that had originally coiled beneath him had flowed into the giant palm above his head.
Only three slender strands of green light remained at the crack in his chest, connecting to the spell above.
Whenever the golden blade severed a wooden root, the green light within the crack would spill outward a little further.
At the same time, the fine Immortal Runes emerging over his body would dim for an instant.
Su Shi'er's gaze settled on those three strands of green light, and the power gathered in his palm became increasingly condensed.
If he attacked