The next moment, the solid ground beneath Lu Xuan's feet seemed to be overwhelmed, instantly cracking like a spider web.
Fissures spread like dark abysses leading to hell in all directions.
At the same time, fierce winds raged within Green Wind Valley, sweeping with a momentum like a landslide, the piercing whistle was sharp and ear-splitting.
Above the sky, the originally calm clouds also seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, violently tumbling and intertwining.
Before Li Chengxing and his companions could react, Lu Xuan raised his left hand like lightning, the edges of his fingers quickly emitting a mysterious purple glow.
Immediately, a streak of scorching purple flame surged from Lu Xuan's palm.
The purple flame, with a fierce momentum, instantly pounced on that blurred mass of flesh and blood, devouring it madly.
"Ah!"
The next second, the flesh and blood burned by the purple flame let out a piercing scream.
"Supreme Elder, save me!"
"I don't want to die!"
