Seven crescent moons floated in the air, and the cold moonlight enveloped an area of tens of thousand feet.
The power of moonlight.
It was a type of celestial power, not icy, but chilled to the core.
In the world, there were countless types of power, varying in strength and weakness.
But even the strongest power in the hands of a weaker individual would be powerless.
Conversely, even the weakest power in the hands of a strong cultivator could become a force capable of sweeping across the world.
Just like the chilly moonlight at this moment.
When the seven crescent moons covered the area, the leader of the Gale Bandits changed his expression.
Because at this moment, moonlight was also descending in his own Grotto-heaven.
Crossing through space, it fell into his Grotto-heaven!
What a terrifying power!
