The golden-threaded net faded from sight but remained tangibly obstructive between the two.
The space that had been torn open, the air that had been split, the steep "corridor" forged by the Longsword, was "healing."
It was as if heaven and earth had contracted a sickness that was being cured at this moment!
Thus, space could not be torn open, air could not be split, and the Longsword could not advance.
Jiang Wang had once truly witnessed the Eastern King's Twelve Needles of East King Valley, experienced the profound mysteries of the Medical Practitioner, but this calamity-averting Golden Needle indeed carved its unique path.
It possessed a distinctive character.
If that ancestor of the Gold Needle Sect hadn't encountered trouble back in the day, it was uncertain what heights the Gold Needle Sect might have reached today.
Jiang Wang held nothing back, pressing a palm down, starlight's secret reserves bolstered, Samadhi True Fire gushed forth.
