Whoosh! Whoosh!
The massive, grotesque body of the thousand-hand centipede burrowed into the breach of the Mountain-Guarding Formation, its sturdy, thick insect shell shimmering with a metallic luster, resembling a steel great wall spanning the sky dome.
Atop the thousand-hand centipede's head, Su Jie wore a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze directed towards Guanchao Pavilion below, as if seeing a field of gold. The predatory expression made many Guanchao Pavilion disciples and elders, who raised their heads to look up, feel a chill in their hearts.
Roar!
The roar and shrill scream of the thousand-hand centipede made eardrums bleed, as hundreds of purple light beams unleashed and intertwined into a majestic purple lotus that fell in an instant upon the Lake Heart Island of Guanchao Pavilion below.
