The flag was emitting a surging Demon Qi, swelling in the wind as if it were about to cover the fist.
But when the flag touched the fist, it tore instantly, like a piece of rag, its patterns warping and collapsing, offering almost no resistance.
However, in the moment the flag attempted to block, the silver-robed youth activated a streak of flowing light that caught them up, shooting towards the sky like an aurora.
"Don't you dare escape!"
Li Muxiu roared furiously, his body's strength surging like angry waves. He abruptly raised his hand and, in the distant void where the silver light had fled, he conjured a massive palm that smashed down fiercely.
The three Demon Kings inside the aurora were horrified. Could this even be possible?
The Dragon Lord spoke again, spitting out a breath of True Dragon Sword Qi that collided with the giant palm, slowing its momentum slightly.
Using this brief window, the silver light sped away, but its edges were still grazed by the palm.
