On the stone wall, a dazzling white light emerges, forming a white light curtain. The light curtain has countless white lines crisscrossing, forming various patterns, creating a truly mystical prohibition, blocking Shen Luo's fist.
However, the power contained in his fist was jaw-dropping, his fists deeply falling into the white light curtain.
The white light curtain tightly held, not breaking.
"Humph!" Shen Luo, seeing this scene, remained expressionless with only a cold snort.
As soon as the sound fell, his body's golden light bloomed again, with the shadow of three dragons and three elephants appearing, producing the sound of a dragon chant and an elephant's roar.
The next moment, the shadow of the three dragons and three elephants shot out, blending into his arms.
The golden light from his arms suddenly surged several times, and a fist force several times stronger than before erupted like a volcano, fiercely tearing on the white light curtain.
