"Open it!"
Tu Tian was facing the largest five-fingered mountain. It was as big as a few hundred floors and emitted a golden light. Before he could jump out, it had already locked onto him and suppressed him.
The evil cult disciples who were shouting for Tu Tian to save their lives soon saw Patriarch Tu Tian being suppressed bit by bit. Their faces were ashen, and they could not believe their eyes.
After losing their last support, they were easily suppressed by the small five-fingered mountains and directly turned into ashes, dissipating into the sky.
The weaker evil cult disciples were killed the fastest. The stronger ones could still hold on for a while longer, but they could only live for a while longer.
