Boom!
A massive handprint appeared, descending from the sky like the Nine Heavens Divine Palm, almost covering the entire sky. Within the palm imprint, there was even a trace of Yin Cold Power.
"This is..."
Xue Ningxiang, who had closed her eyes awaiting death, suddenly felt the energy aura within that palm imprint. Her face lit up with extreme joy, as if she had vaguely guessed the identity of the person who had unleashed it.
In an instant, the palm imprint descending from the sky visibly shrunk, finally becoming about a zhang in length and width. Yet, the Yin Cold Power contained within it became several times more concentrated.
Bang!
This mysterious and powerful palm imprint was clearly meant to dissolve Xue Ningxiang's crisis. The next moment, a loud noise was heard as the palm imprint slammed fiercely atop the head of the low-level Silver-grade Heavenly Spirit in front of Xue Ningxiang.
