"Rumble!"
The Bronze Temple shook as if it wanted to collapse the entire universe. The rumbling sounds were endless.
At this moment, every inch of Zhuang Lang's skin, muscles, and hair seemed to be pressed down by billions of tons of lead stones.
"Ah!"
He cried out with great effort, coughing up a mouthful of blood with every breath.
"Crazy! Sand! Chaos! Flow! Sand River!"
Zhuang Lang unleashed his strongest attack.
The sand flowed and formed rivers of sand, disrupting the control of time. The space was divided by rivers, creating a chaotic vortex that pressed straight forward.
Lu Benwei's mind was calm as he tried his best to control the Bronze Temple, forcing it to fall forward.
"Rumble!"
The Bronze Temple let out a deafening sound as if the drums of the divine court were beating. It echoed throughout the nine heavens and ten lands for a long time.
"Buzz!"
