The nearest remnant spirit of a Mortal Fairy growled furiously, and its magnificent figure grasped towards Zhan Wushuang from afar, carrying ten thousand feet of tempestuous dark winds with it.
All of a sudden, the dark winds began raging wildly. A pitch-black ghostly claw tore the Void apart and came bearing down on Zhan Wushuang from across the Void.
There weren't any other challengers who dared stand at the border of the mausoleum at the moment. This single blow had surpassed the threshold of tolerance of all challengers!
Han Fei, Dongfang Tianfeng and the rest were forced to retreat to a certain distance away.
"A failing piece of trash that has ended up being a dead spirit! What right do you have to strike at me?" Zhan Wushuang placed his hands behind his back, his eyes glinting with a contemptuous light as he strode forward while bellowing coldly.
