As Gu Yang's voice fell, Gu Qingfeng suddenly swung his palm, and the profound energy, like the scorching sun, poured into the opponent's body. Immediately, Gu Yang heard a sharp and piercing scream by his ear.
The next moment.
The black handprint on his chest dissipated into rolling black smoke.
In just a few breaths, all the handprints disappeared without a trace, and the cold aura that was constantly clinging to Gu Yang, trying to devour his energy, also vanished.
"Thank you, Father!"
Gu Yang's complexion relaxed.
To him, the handprint was like a bone-in festering sore, threatening his life at all times.
If not for his profound cultivation and the protection of the Divine Phoenix Tower, he would have been consumed by such power. If it were any other Dao Palace Realm cultivator, they would have already become a dried corpse.
For Gu Qingfeng, dispelling the evil force on Gu Yang was an easy task.
