"Damn it, I, a mighty half-step Divine Ability Realm powerhouse, was actually pushed to this point by a mere Martial King," the man snarled, grinding his teeth with rage. "It seems that if I don't use my real trump card and show my divine skills, you won't realize just how formidable I am!"
Yu Shuihan bit back his fury, and his hands quickly formed a Dharma Seal. Suddenly, numerous palm prints condensed from the Yin Cold Qi appeared in midair, swarming towards Ye Feng like a dense cluster of clouds.
Given the current situation, Yu Shuihan knew he had to dispose of this so-called Northern King Ye Feng as swiftly as possible; otherwise, it wouldn't take long for the other high-ranking members to die or be gravely injured.
