A plain.
Above the ground, pale arms grew out, each palm with more than ten fingers, resembling oddly shaped tree branches, all pointing towards the sky.
"Extinguish!"
A stream of pitch-black light glided by, drawing the heavenly and earthly spiritual power, transforming it into countless black flames, raining down like droplets.
Crackle!
A dot of black flame landed on the peculiar 'arm branches,' and like a spark meeting boiling oil, they ignited swiftly.
In just a moment, tens of thousands of acres of the bizarre arms turned to ash.
"It's a Transcendent God cultivator!"
"Thank you, Transcendent God, for your assistance!"
On the ground, out of the nearly besieged several convoys, a large number of immortal cultivators flew out, all of them greatly joyous, bowing and paying their respects.
The black light converged to reveal Fang Xi's figure.
