Under such magical treasures.
Even a Saint can't easily break through the defenses with one strike.
This is the power of magical treasures.
With Zhao Feng's almost endless supply of Gang Yuan, the consumption of these magical treasures is naturally negligible.
After bearing so many magical treasures, Zhao Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was much more at ease.
He took a step directly into this space.
At the moment of stepping in.
Boom!
A terrifying divine might, like an invisible torrent, surged in an instant.
A shadow slowly descended, wearing a Daoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk.
However, he did not possess the natural free-spiritedness of a Taoist, but instead exuded an overwhelming divine presence, like an inviolable deity.
"Hong Jun!"
Zhao Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression immediately tensed.
Although he had never met Hong Jun, the situation was beyond question.
"Halt."
