Rod shadows covered the sky, but were artfully arranged, stirring up a primordial qi storm, blocking all escape routes. With one blow, gods and demons would find it hard to avoid.
At this moment, the old monk in front also made his move.
"Devil Slayer Palm!" His full power surged out and turned into a palm print that struck Jiang Ming's chest. Not only did it not destroy the Dao Resonance of the rod shadows, but it made the attack even more terrifying.
Jiang Ming condensed his qi into a sword, drew a line in the sky, and unleashed a torrent of murderous aura that cut through the sky of rod shadows. As the power vibrated, he sent everyone flying away.
"Impossible!" The old monk was also blown away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the sword mark on his chest that almost cut him in half, his face extremely pale.
