The other side truly did not expect that the Imperial Race, which was once regarded by many forces as something that could be devoured and easily manipulated, would now display such an overbearing and domineering attitude.
Without a word, the members of the Imperial Race launched a fierce attack, their determination and courage seemingly intent on crushing all obstacles in their path.
"Old man, you're asking for death." A chilling voice, as if from the Nine Nether Hell, filled with boundless killing intent and rage, suddenly rang out from the churning gray mist.
The sound seemed to freeze one's soul, sending chills down one's spine.
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly emerged from the gray mist. It was a middle-aged man with white hair, as white as snow, a stern face, and eyes that revealed a chilling coldness, like two sharp ice blades piercing straight towards the Third Elder.
" The Bone Race's Dharma Realm, let me see today whether your Bone Race can truly achieve Indestructible." The Third Elder stood tall, his voice filled with arrogance and disdain, as if he didn't take the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him seriously at all.
Upon hearing this, the white-haired middle-aged man instantly flew into a rage, his face turning incredibly gloomy, like the sky before a storm.
"Are you looking for death?" he roared, his voice echoing through the air like thunder.
As he spoke, he suddenly unleashed a palm strike, and a strange, chilling aura, like tangible black smoke, rapidly enveloped the Third Elder.
This aura was icy cold, as if it could freeze one's blood, instilling a fear from the depths of one's soul.
Seeing this, the Third Elder showed no fear in his eyes and struck out with his own palm.
His palms shimmered with golden light, like burning Flame, carrying a scorching and powerful force.
The two forces collided violently in mid-air, instantly unleashing a deafening roar, like the tolling of the apocalypse bells.
The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force, forming visible ripples, like a huge stone being thrown into a calm lake.
The Third Elder's robes fluttered in the strong wind, like a waving flag.
But he remained as steady as a mountain, his posture upright, his eyes revealing an unyielding determination and arrogance that could not be underestimated, as if declaring to the world his strength and inviolability.
"Hmph, is that all you've got?" The Third Elder's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile full of mockery and disdain.
With a swift movement, he actually faced the chilling aura head-on, his body radiating a faint golden light, as if he were wearing an invisible armor, making him appear even more majestic and powerful.
The white-haired middle-aged man's expression changed slightly; he clearly hadn't expected the Third Elder to be so assertive.
He rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, instantly condensing the surrounding gray mist into a gigantic skeletal hand.
This palm exuded a terrifying aura, as if it could destroy everything in the world. With Heavenly Destruction momentum, it reached out to grab the Third Elder once again.
"Well done!" the Third Elder shouted, his inner power surging like a river bursting its banks.
He clasped his hands together, and suddenly a blinding light burst forth, unleashing a fist imprint containing boundless majesty that collided head-on with the skeletal hand.
Rumble
In an instant, a terrifying Explosion rang out, as if the whole world was trembling.
Both were evenly matched, with neither gaining the upper hand.
"My god, Half-Step Dharma Realm can actually clash with a true Dharma Realm! What kind of monster is this?" The surrounding people exclaimed in amazement, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"What is going on with the strong men of the human race? Why are they able to fight across realms?" someone asked doubtfully, their eyes full of curiosity about the unknown.
" Human Race have a great secret," the crowd murmured, as if a huge mystery was hidden within Human Race, waiting for them to uncover it.