The black light became even denser, and the patterns on the forehead of the Skull finally all lit up.
Miao Chuanzhi pointed at the center of his forehead, and a black torrent instantly erupted from the mouth of the Skull, shooting forward.
Everything the black torrent touched instantly shattered, even the wind currents, sharp like wild blades, were instantly pulverized into chaos. The black torrent continued to surge forward, blasting apart everything in its way, including the terrifying spiritual Qi wall formed by the well characters.
"Go!"
Miao Chuanzhi put away the Skull, grabbed the robed young man, and together with the old man surnamed Zuo, they fled like two streaks of polar light into the distance.
Master Floating Cloud sneered coldly, his form disappearing as he pursued the two at high speed, leaving behind a message.
"You all secure the sect entrance and wait for my news."
