"Boom!"
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if thunder was rumbling, a giant hand of a hundred zhang intertwined with Yin Yang appeared out of nowhere, and descended upon the two demon cultivators, overwhelming them.
"Not good!"
Both demon cultivators realized something was wrong, and with varying speeds, they shouted loudly as their Nascent Soul level mana surged powerfully.
From beneath the burly man's feet, from within the rolling black mist, a bronze coffin shot up into the sky, releasing a third-rank corpse demon that shrieked and roared, akin to the wails and howls of ghosts.
The old woman shook her cane, murmuring incantations, as black mist swirled around her, forming blades of black fiend slicing through the air, creating a gale storm.
The flying nightshade facing Lan Ruoxue also howled to the sky, its sound waves unleashing a violent gale.
This terrifying momentum struck simultaneously onto the Yin Yang Qi Grasp.
