The golden palm imprint gradually enlarged in their view, as if it were the Five Finger Mountain of the Tathagata, intent on firmly pressing them to death against the ground.
The dazzling golden light was like rapidly spinning blades, severing the space around them, and in the blink of an eye, their bodies were cut with dozens of fine wounds.
What made them even more desperate was,
Until now, the man in the mask beside Diamond Monk had not made a move.
They dared not imagine if they both attacked together, whether they would even have the chance to stand and stare blankly as they were doing now?
But when it rains it pours,
Just as the palm imprint approached from the front, a strong gust of wind struck from behind.
"An ambush, too?!"
Hong Chuang was shocked but then promptly resigned to her fate.
Whether there was an ambush seemed irrelevant; either way, it was a death sentence, just that this death would be even more powerless to resist.
Boom!
