The Barren Desert was a bare land that stretched 500 kilometers.
All of a sudden, the sand condensed into stone awls that flew out from the yellow sand. They were as fine as rain and flew into the sky, turning into a huge formation map.
Ou Yangming's golden mental power wrapped around the formation map like a Yin-Yang fish that was spinning non-stop. It was profound and contained a trace of the true path intent. It took the initiative to attack Dong Chenyu and wherever it passed, yellow sand filled the sky, stirring up a monstrous roar.
This scene seemed to have frozen in the eyes of the others.
There was only one thought left in their hearts. 'An Advanced Spiritualist actually took the initiative to attack a Venerable One. How dare he? How could he be so bold?'
On the other hand, He Jian's movements were like the wind. Although his body was dry and thin, he seemed unpredictable.
