Whoosh, whoosh! ——
The shadow, resembling strands of green silk, was about to envelop the seven Eight Desolate Disciples.
"As expected of the successors of Cihang Jingzhai, truly impressive."
Jiang Dali smiled slightly, his tiger-like eyes sparking with electricity. Suddenly, he clapped both palms together, and instantly, his clothes flapped with no wind, adding to the momentum.
In a flash, seven strands of remote Qi Force entered the bodies of the seven Eight Desolate Disciples, immediately filling their meridians. The seven stood rigid, involuntarily shouting and leaping up, each displaying their fists and kicks.
Bang, bang——
Their fists and kicks suddenly erupted with a fierce and abundant Qi Force that even surprised them. In the blink of an eye, they collided with the woman's looming shadow, causing intense Qi Force shockwaves to spread.
"Remote transmission!?"
