"Hurry up! Enter the cauldron!"
The old man from the Fang family howled madly.
He bit the tip of his tongue and kept burning his blood essence to activate the ancestral cauldron in his palm.
Above his head, the void trembled as a dark golden Palm descended with a heaven-shaking aura.
Fang Jinghong was pulling the Fang family head over. When he looked up, he was so shocked that his body trembled, and his face turned pale.
Just now, he had felt the aura of this immortal spirit body through the ancestral cauldron.
But now, he was facing this giant directly, and he could feel it even more clearly.
He gritted his teeth and scuttled toward the ancestral cauldron in a frenzy. Just as the palm was about to land, he managed to get in.
The old man's figure moved and he was about to run.
However, it was too late. The palm landed and grabbed him and the ancestral cauldron.
"Hold on!"
He roared and burned even more blood essence to support the shield.
