The residual force of the spiritual energy rushed back and forth in the broken house, rolling up gravel and debris, flying everywhere like hidden weapons that could hurt people. A few members of the reserve team with low strength hurriedly covered their faces with their hands and let out painful cries after being hit.
However, song qingxiao, who was in the middle of the storm, stood still. Before the debris could get close to her body, they were bounced away by an invisible spiritual pressure.
"Is this the power of a true cultivator?" The house that had been split in half shook and collapsed on both sides, but Cao Zeng was shocked by the power of the sword. His eyes were full of fanaticism and yearning!
He had already figured out the spiritual power, but he had not truly stepped into the door of cultivation. Seeing a dan realm cultivator attack was a great stimulation for him.
