Amidst the deafening roars, Xu Qi 'an broke through the clouds and fell to the ground like a meteor.
BOOM!
The ground suddenly caved in and a deep pit appeared. The Yunzhou Army, who was five miles away, could clearly feel the tremor.
At this moment, Ji Xuan had already retreated more than a thousand feet away, leaving behind a warhorse that was jolted to death on the spot, bleeding from its seven orifices.
At this moment, there was a strange phenomenon on the side of the Yunzhou Army. Two tall and majestic Dharma forms appeared.
The Dharma form on the left was six feet tall, as if it was made of gold, with tight muscles. Twelve arms were spread out in a fan shape behind it, and a burning Ring of Fire was burning behind its head.
It seemed to be the embodiment of power and fire. The moment it appeared, the temperature in the sky rose sharply, entering the scorching summer. The expanding pressure was accompanied by air waves that swept in all directions.
