He condensed a vast power of the ancestral source across one region, transforming it into a sky-covering hand, stretching from a spatial crack towards the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.
"The Hand of Holy Ancestor!"
Feng Zhongzui was utterly terrified, exclaiming in shock.
The spirit thread puppeteering his body was instantly shattered by the overwhelming pressure.
Support collapsed, and Feng Zhongzui fell completely, crashing to the ground, his head bleeding profusely.
"Thud, thud, thud."
All around, like falling hailstones, one demi-saint after another could not withstand the grand power of the Hand of Holy Ancestor, plummeting from the sky and smashing ungracefully to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Beibei hit the ground headfirst, embedding in the soil, with only two small legs dangling outside like two large white onions.
This impact was undeniably horrifying.
