"Boom!"
A vast aura shook heaven and earth. An enormous divine temple appeared above Shi Hao's head-the Divine Temple's master had acted, seeking to seize the opportunity to suppress him.
A purple-gold mark between Shi Hao's brows gradually began to awaken, resonating with the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths as though summoning something. No one noticed.
A colossal hand that could hold up the heavens cut across the sky and caught the divine temple just as it was about to descend.
Little did anyone know that this heaven-supporting hand had saved not Shi Hao, but the Divine Temple's master.
Shi Hao naturally knew nothing of this. Seeing someone else come to his aid, he looked in one direction and happened to spot his "good buddy."
It was Witch, one of their trio of bandits.
He cast her a grateful look. That great hand belonged to the master of the Jietian Sect, which Witch belonged to. It was incomparably powerful; even the Divine Temple's master could not break through it.
"Desolation is mine."
In the void, flecks of blood blossomed into countless blood bats. Their wings beat as they hurtled toward Shi Hao.
It was Blood Bat, a top-tier sect master. It was formidable, no weaker than the masters of those great sects. With everyone's attention drawn to the Divine Temple's master and the Jietian Sect's master, it charged toward Shi Hao.
Just as it was about to succeed, a tall figure blocked its path.
"The Butian Sect's master?" Blood Bat had no choice but to stop. The Butian Sect's master was no ordinary figure. Though he seldom acted, his strength was unfathomable and difficult to gauge.
"Haven't your Butian Sect and the Jietian Sect always been as incompatible as fire and water? Why are you standing together now?" Blood Bat