Xu Wendong's expression hardened, his deep eyes twinkling like cold stars. He knew well in his heart that the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable's full-powered strike was immensely powerful and could not be taken lightly.
At that moment, his gaze sharpened suddenly, akin to a sharp cold gleam cutting across the night sky. His hands moved like a swift wind, rapidly forming spells.
His finger technique was swift, like overlapping phantoms, bewildering to behold, as if he were now whispering with the vast heavens, borrowing the endless majestic spiritual power.
In an instant.
The formation beneath his feet seemed like an ancient beast, completely enraged, suddenly awakened, its light surging once more like a furious tide.
The runes resembled boiling magma, wildly surging and leaping, gushing forth a more majestic and earth-shattering power.
