The giant palm was like a dark cloud that covered the sky and the earth. Its aura was extremely oppressive, as if the sky would collapse.
Li Tian didn't dare to resist at all. He circulated his Supreme Dao Foundation and kun Peng technique madly, reaching his limit. His speed was even faster than the spirit boat behind him.
Dozens of golden core cultivators were eyeing him covetously. If he stopped to receive their attacks, he would probably be surrounded in an instant and become a dead soul at the hands of these demonic cultivators.
Bang! Bang!
The huge palm missed and slammed into a rock on the ground. A huge handprint appeared, and the rock was directly smashed into pieces. The scene was terrifying.
"Old Lin, it looks like you're done for. You can't even take care of a few bugs!" A black-robed old man laughed mockingly.
