A powerful light flickered from the night sky, and then a Holy Mace descended, slamming down on the mountain dwelling like an enormous Holy Mountain.
Pavilions and towers instantly turned to dust, and the Holy Mace released flares of ripple, undulating like a golden tide.
Jiang Heng swooped down from high above, his hands grasping the massive Holy Mace from a distance, and then he fiercely swung it towards Zhuo Feng in the sky!
Zhuo Feng was sent flying by the Holy Mace, crashing into the side of a mountain in Tongtian City. The mountain began to collapse from the midway point, and the beautiful palaces atop also toppled, crashing into the valley.
There was a small Sect on this mountain. Although they were also Holy Cultivators, the sudden effect made them tremble, scattering away like birds and beasts towards the distance.
Zhuo Feng climbed out from the cross-section of the mountain, covered in dust, with a dent in his chest.
