As soon as he finished speaking, the entire sky suddenly darkened.
An incomparably huge palm that was like a huge continent suddenly appeared. It was vivid and lifelike, and the palm patterns were clearly visible. Every palm print was filled with mysterious runes. As they criss-crossed, an indescribable pressure and terrifying aura surged and swept toward all the patriarchs of the eight sects and the two forbidden areas of the ancient tomb.
The giant palm pressed down, stirring up the wind and clouds. In an instant, the wind and clouds in the sky surged, and a strong sense of danger welled up in the hearts of all the living beings here.
It was as if the heavens were falling and the earth was sinking, and an unprecedented disaster was coming.
The snow and rain whistled and the cold wind howled. The thick shadow was like a surging tide, devouring everything.
