The Qianyuan Cave Realm trembled with a terrifying commotion, like massive waves crashing one after another. Jiang Lintian had made his move.
He stepped forward. His figure wasn't particularly tall, yet it now emanated a boundless and profound presence, as deep as a tranquil abyss and as unshakeable as a great mountain.
Merely standing there, he seemed capable of shaking rivers and seas. The instant he waved his sleeve, wind and thunder howled and the Void roared. Countless Runes streamed out, forming a massive, majestic golden palm. Its lines were clear, like the hand of heaven itself, carrying the surging power to suppress all evil.
Wuganya's colossal body collided with the palm, and endless energy exploded, shattering mountains and stone. He was forced back continuously, his steps stamping terrifying fissures into the ground. His mountain-sized arm trembled violently, and blood splattered from it.
