This pair of Star Hands, tens of zhang wide, obscure the sky, seemingly an acre of heaven and earth, descending from above.
Each finger vividly realistic, formed from countless Star Power, crystal clear like blue agate, exceptionally beautiful, yet the pressure it emits is utterly despairing.
Even late-stage Foundation Establishment body cultivators would be reduced to dust under this terrifying force.
On the viewing platform, everyone watched the scene before them tensely.
The Sword Cultivator lost his Sword Seal, can he still fight against the Star Daoist Body?
"Roar!"
But just at this moment, a roar suddenly echoed on the viewing platform.
This sound resembled the roar of a Flood Dragon, or the moo of a Thunder Bull, in a blur seemingly the cry of ten thousand beasts.
A giant sound wave rolled forth, transforming into powerful sound waves, shaking the approaching Star Hand.
"Ong!"
