The Demon Spirit Master hurriedly cast spells to impede, retreating continuously.
In the flickering lights of spells and True Qi, Zhou Leng caught up with the Demon Spirit Master.
Cyan Flame chased closely from behind, but was unable to catch up.
The Demon Spirit Master glanced back to see a giant fist coming straight at him.
The Demon Spirit opened its mouth, and the Yellow Sand Castle rose like a mountain, standing between the two.
The castle was filled with warriors and heroic spirits, with the emperor seated high on the throne, overlooking the world.
Zhou Leng seemed to be transported in front of a city, tiny and weak.
This small figure, however, seemed oblivious to the solid castle, the rain-like soldiers, and the majestic emperor.
With both arms forward, he simultaneously pushed out.
Celestial Tide Palm, Thousand Rivers Stir the Sea.
As his arms pushed forward, True Qi infused and gathered into streams of white airflow, swirling and surging around his arms.
