At the same time as Wang Yang, the Great Power of Transcendence, launched an attack at Ye Xiaofan's group of four, the situation was critically urgent.
"Hmph, you court death!"
BOOM——!!!
From Cangqiong Peak came another cold snort, and a towering figure engulfed in demonic qi appeared beyond the clouds, striking with a palm.
Suddenly, the massive demon palm, a million feet wide, crashed down, instantly wiping out a large number of Transcendent cultivators. However, as soon as the palm landed, the figure was forced back to the peak by the enemy.
Meanwhile.
"All Saints, heed my command. Break a path for Lord Ye at all costs. Anyone who dares block the way, no matter their realm, will be slain without mercy."
