"Space Grasp Skill!"
Xu Mu squeezed the spell finger, his body flashing with light. The densely packed rune chains, as if nonexistent, completely failed to prevent his movement.
The Foundation Establishment experts around from the Iron Corpse Gang, their eyes wide like bronze bells, craned their veins on their forehead, desperately infusing spiritual power but to no avail.
The face of the Iron Corpse Sect Elder began to look bad. He was also one of those maintaining the rune chains and similarly felt a sense of powerlessness.
Twelve Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators, even with the support of the formation, couldn't suppress a cultivator of the same rank.
What on earth is this freak?
Could it be a Golden Core Stage cultivator in disguise?
Before the crowd could react, three giant arms, seemingly real and illusive, suddenly appeared behind Xu Mu.
Crack!
