In the dark night, Feng Wuya and Yun Qianyu quickly looked across and found that there were a few people standing in the air opposite them. The leader was a thin old man. The old man was not only short, but also hunchbacked. His dark face was full of wrinkles, and his eagle-like eyes were fierce.
Unsurprisingly, the previous palm strike was destroyed by this old man.
This person had destroyed the place they lived in with one move. It was obvious that this person's spiritual power cultivation was extremely high, probably even higher than that of a spiritual Emperor.
As soon as Yun Qianyu thought about it, the thin old man in front of her suddenly raised his hand and his five fingers seemed to gather together.
The surrounding spiritual power rushed towards his palm, and in the blink of an eye, the world seemed to change color.
With a sweep of his spirit energy, he directed it directly at Feng Wuya and Yun Qianyu.
