On Black Wind Island, vast Spiritual Power gathered into a gigantic vortex. Its extraordinary aura was felt by every cultivator on the island, and even a Saint on the island was alarmed.
"This aura, could it be..."
The Saint of Black Wind Island, the hook-nosed elder who had once gone to the White Lotus Sect to demand Saint Heifeng's corpse, abruptly opened his eyes.
He stared fixedly at the sky above Black Wind Island in the distance, his face filled with terror.
There was no way he could mistake this aura!
"Damn it, damn it, why has he come here?!"
The hook-nosed elder cursed twice and hurriedly flew out.
High in the sky, Chu Kuangren gathered Spiritual Power. Vast Buddha Light manifested, forming a gigantic golden palm imprint that descended from the heavens!!
Before the palm imprint even arrived, the entirety of Black Wind Island was already rumbling and shaking.
"What terrifying palm force!"
"If that palm lands, who knows whether Black Wind Island will be wiped out? No, we have to stop it!"
The cultivators of Black Wind Island were utterly terrified.
Some of the island's powerful cultivators joined forces to attack. Wave after wave of Daoist Rhyme erupted, bombarding the golden palm imprint without pause.
But the palm imprint swept forward like a blade splitting bamboo. Countless waves of Daoist Rhyme struck it, only to be destroyed as easily as bubbles, unable to withstand it.
A thousand feet, seven hundred feet, five hundred feet, three hundred feet...
The palm imprint drew ever closer to the island. Under its terrifying pressure, some of Black Wind Island's weaker disciples burst apart and died.
Even Battle Kings and Venerables could hardly withstand this power. They fell to their knees, staring at the descending palm in utter horror.
At that critical moment,