Even though Du Yun fled at the first moment.
Zong Yue's actions were incredibly fast, his pupils reflected the figure suspended in the sky, his eyes filled with icy coldness. With a firm step, his figure shot out.
At this point, Zong Yue no longer intended to hide himself.
In the moment Du Yun made his move, he realized he had fallen into a trap, and Du Yun alone would never dare to attack him.
Behind him, there must be the Demon Race, Demon Sect!
If he made his move, it would inevitably draw people from the Demon Race and Demon Sect here, but by then, he had no other choice.
The deep and vast momentum of the Vientiane Realm suddenly surged to the sky, and the surging Primordial Power in his palm burst forth as he raised his hand toward Du Yun, fiercely grabbing down.
In an instant, a Primordial Power Hand resonating with astounding power fluctuations condensed, shaking the void, stirring up countless space turbulences, and roared toward the latter.
