The Dharma Power had not been exhausted, and the sword wave had not stopped.
The high-speed rotating grinding wheel brought along beams of flickering golden light that refracted and scattered in all directions.
Xia Ji held the white blade and hovered in the air, which was filled with sand and stones and thick fog.
The blood-red banner was about to be completely wrapped around, and wind, earth, water, and fire were constantly drifting around.
He continued to attack from afar while maintaining his Dharma Idol.
The blood-red banner was only a small gap away from being completely wrapped.
No, he couldn't be wrapped up in it, or something bad would happen!
Xia Ji's intuition warned him.
His heart moved with his thoughts, and his body moved with his heart.
Almost at the same time, Xia Ji's left hand didn't withdraw its divine power and continued to attack Lu Chan, who was still in midair. However, the round 360,000 Dharma Idols had an outlet to vent.
