With palms like towering mountains, they crashed heavily toward Mu Qianyue's head.
"Unmatched Flame Dragon!"
Nalan Jing moved swiftly, shielding Mu Qianyue, his hands forming seals as countless True Essence Power surged into his palms, forming a gigantic crimson-gold dragon in front of him, rushing to meet the Palm Shadow struck by the Netherworld Ghost Lord.
The two forces collided fiercely, erupting with a thunderous roar, causing the entire Nine Nether Gate to tremble violently.
"Boom..."
With a muffled sound, the secret chamber was collapsed by this terrifying power.
Meanwhile, outside the secret chamber, the entire Siming Hall had collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.
"Little Yue'er!" Situ Mo's face changed, he paused his attack, a look of horror and concern in his eyes, unable to hold back a furious roar.
Mu Rutian, Tianshuo, and the others also stopped their attacks.
"Master!" Xiao Xuan'er's face turned pale.
