The space formed by the Purgatory Formation was like glass. Wherever the fist wind passed, it shattered.
It was like an eggshell meeting a hammer, with no chance for resistance.
In an instant, the sky regained its clarity after shattering. Everything seemed like a dream.
However, no one could stand on the ground anymore. Everyone's internal qi withered to the extreme.
"Madman!"
Hei Yun's face filled with fear, and the internal qi on his body had already withered to the extreme.
"Spare me!"
A group of people knelt on the ground, their bodies shaking like a sieve.
Who could resist such a person?
"Please don't kill us. We agree to the Senior's request. We'll immediately go back and gather 60 percent, no, 80 percent of the spiritual essence, and send it over to Senior! Senior, if you have any other requests, feel free to ask."
Lin Tong knelt on the ground, his body trembling.
