When the Dao Field formed by extreme resentment swept over, Jian Wushuang waved his hand in the air.
The invisible Laws of the Great Dao protected everyone, with him as the center.
As he looked around, he felt that the world had fallen into extreme darkness. The clay idol, which belonged to the peak of the universe, had an Ancestor realm aura that could actually resist Jian Wushuang.
In the center of the evil Dao Field, the clay idol smiled gloomily. With a wave of his hand, a chasm appeared in the void. At the same time, countless terrifying and strange souls struggled from within, wailing in pain and hysteria.
The moment the demonic sound was heard, Han Ya and the young cultivator lost their consciousness. Blood gushed out of their mouths and noses. They were on the verge of death.
Old Master tapped the scepter in his hand lightly, and the Black Water barrier enveloped the two of them, then pushed them out of the battle range.
