Chen Dengming was enveloped in surging, intense spiritual light, as if blurry auroras and colourful ribbons were rippling around him, giving him the aura of a Golden Core Great Cultivator.
With a sweep of his palms, large amounts of spiritual energy formed into spiraling forces reminiscent of a tornado.
As he pushed out with his palms.
'Whoosh whoosh whoosh...'
Countless dense and endless strands of energy, like rain falling from the sky, rushed past.
It was as if a gusty storm of thunder was erupting behind the sword's light, causing Daoist Script of silver light to burst forth, easily piercing and shredding the metallic city walls.
A harsh sound of twisted metal erupted, followed by the quaking of the city walls, which directly exploded into surging metallic Spiritual Energy.
Bian Yucheng's body abruptly shuddered, and his face along with his robe soon showed countless tiny red dots, blood instantly spreading and spurting out.
"Ahh——"
