Han Yi's face was filled with shock.
The material of these bluestone steps, even relying on this Immortal Mountain, was definitely extraordinary. It was at least used for refining magic treasures, and it must be high-level treasure materials.
He gripped his sword with both hands, his whole body shimmering with golden light. It was clear that he had used his Body Refining Skill as well, injecting tremendous force into his Yuan Yang Sword and slashing downwards.
In the next instant.
A counter-shock force was transmitted, sending Han Yi flying dozens of meters back. Were it not for his mastery of Body Refining, any other late-stage Golden Core cultivator would have suffered severe bodily injuries from this attack.
