The shock wave turned into a violent tide and spread in ripples, raising dust and gravel. The houses in the distance were destroyed, and many lives were silently annihilated.
With a muffled groan, the four golden gongs each took different defensive measures. They borrowed the force of the explosion and drifted far away, not daring to be in the center of the explosion.
When everything calmed down and the black-robed man's figure was long gone, the four golden gongs heaved a sigh of relief, but they couldn't help but be filled with anger.
"What's the background of this guy? I'm referring to that arm. " The white-robed sorcerer suddenly appeared, his back facing the crowd.
"Arm?" The sword-wielding golden gong asked.
"According to my observation, that arm is not his. I have never seen such a terrifying demonic Qi in my life." The white-robed Warlock said.
Jiang Luzhong stared at the back of the white-robed sorcerer. "Yang qianhuan, are your eyes on your back?"
