Yelv Shenye's fist thundered toward the ground.
Ripples spread from the punch, and in an instant, centered on Yelv Shenye, within a radius of dozens of feet, the palace ruins crumbled into dust as the ground cracked open into a seemingly bottomless pit.
Yelv Shenye himself transformed into a ball of light that grew larger and larger, containing an energy capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Yelü Miaomiao was sent flying, wrapped in a protective aura of Yuan Qi.
Jiang Shouzhong mustered all his strength to crawl to Qiuye's side, and tightly held the slender body of the girl, feeling chunks of flesh being torn from his back. Even his soul seemed to be violently wrenched out, threatening to leave his body. Blood streamed incessantly from his ears, eyes, and nostrils.
At that moment, Jiang Shouzhong could only think of one thing, "When immortals battle, mortals suffer!"
Boom!
