The sudden withdrawal of a Post-golden Alchemist's battle prowess immediately had a tremendous impact on the battle situation.
"Expand!"
Cultivator Baimei's eyes flashed with a sharp light as the broken stele in front of him suddenly enlarged to the size of a small mountain, shimmering in the seven colors of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder. With a howl, it descended from the sky with terrifying force, accompanied by various magic spells raining down.
The target,
was none other than Patriarch Du Jiang, who was entangled with Zhou Sanyan, surrounded by rolling poison fog and enveloped by thousands of corpses!
"No!"
In terror, Patriarch Du Jiang screamed. Biting the tip of his tongue, tasting the iron rust of blood in his mouth, he transformed into a vast mana and surged into his meridians, turning into a cloud of poison frantically trying to escape.
Crack!
