"You all withdraw first."
Lu Yan roared, his glabella illuminating, his Primordial Spirit unleashing rays of light ten thousand feet high, using the power of Heaven and Earth, he forcibly pushed Chu Tianjiao and Elder Chi Yi away from him by a thousand meters.
Zhao Zhihuan's eyes hardened.
A Sixth Rotation of the Yuan God had actually managed to save someone under his oppressive aura, causing him to feel as if he lost face.
The aura he emanated grew stronger and stronger, like a tidal wave, layer upon layer, pushing towards Lu Yan.
Boom!
The floor beneath Lu Yan's feet shattered, causing the ground within a few hundred meters radius to cave in. Yet, his posture remained upright, resisting with all his might.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Zhihuan was somewhat surprised: "A Sixth Rotation of the Yuan God, yet with such strength, no wonder you could become a ruler of a country. Good, let me see your limit."
As his words fell, his aura doubled immediately.
