A vortex of spiritual energy gathers before the scepter, draining the surrounding air, extremely terrifying.
Ye Tian's eyes waver slightly, stepping back.
The Death Spirit Guard in front of him may only have a trace of divine sense remaining, but his cultivation aura originally was incredibly close to the Holy Martial Realm, at least at the peak of the Supreme Martial Realm.
Now, with the scepter, his strength is at least increased several times.
His strike.
Cannot be underestimated.
The Death Spirit Guard looks at Ye Tian, his gaze indifferent.
In his eyes, Ye Tian was even less significant than an ant.
"Boom..."
In the next second, the vortex before the scepter blasts forth, and the overwhelming spiritual energy sweeps towards Ye Tian.
The distance between Ye Tian and the Death Spirit Guard is quite close, leaving very little space to dodge.
But Ye Tian doesn't think to dodge.
He positions his hands in front of him.
His two arms emit a fierce golden glow.
"This is..."
