Whoosh!
The iron claw magic artifact expanded in mid-air, growing to the size of a millstone, and descended with the force of Taishan Mountain, targeting the crowd of horsemen.
Even Lu Wen Yuan was within the affected area.
He sighed, understanding why the plump man beside him looked so pale.
Mortals, even supreme martial artists, once caught in the battles of cultivators, could easily meet their demise!
Lu Wen Yuan patted the hidden storage bag, and a Qingmu shield emerged, its surface shimmering with spiritual light. It suddenly expanded, blocking the falling iron claw.
Bam!
The iron claw was directly rebounded, its glowing light flickering unstably.
Witnessing this scene, not only were the members of the caravan stunned, but the pursuing Great Han was also shocked. He paused his attack on the black-clad woman and exclaimed loudly, "I am from the Qingcang Yuan Clan, fellow Daoist, earlier I accidentally injured you, my apologies..."
