This must be the first time Han Yu saw Mu Zili make a move.
A thousand rays of light spanned the heavens and earth; the person had not yet arrived, but the dazzling colors preceded him.
Even Meng Yun felt a massive threat from the radiant light, and with an abrupt change of countenance, he struck fiercely.
This time it was not against Han Yu, but against the old Taoist with a cross slash.
Han Yu could be killed anytime, but the old Taoist must not be allowed to live another day.
Taking advantage of the absent strong man, Meng Yun decided to strike first to gain the upper hand.
The already struggling old Taoist's face suddenly changed, and gritting his teeth, he resorted to a deadly move.
"Within thirty breaths, whoever moves will suffer a backlash of spiritual power!"
"Bastard!"
The spiritual power that Meng Yun slashed out into the air instantly went chaotic, and with an unspeakably ugly expression, he quickly dissipated all his spiritual power.
