"Little Purple Mink, get back here."
Ye Xuan shouted anxiously, but it was too late.
BOOM!
The gravel palm, which had been scattered by the earthy-yellow runes, revived just a moment after exploding. SWISH! Innumerable grains of gravel converged, once again forming a giant palm. The Little Purple Mink, which had charged out earlier, was instantly and tightly enveloped within it.
'It's over.'
Ye Xuan's heart sank. The crushing power of the gravel could kill a Martial Artist at the Peak of Tier Eight Second Layer in an instant. Though the Little Purple Mink was mysterious, how could it possibly withstand such pressure?
Without thinking, he rushed toward the gravel palm. The palm noticed him and came crashing down.
