บท 1587: Killing an Immortal Venerable (3)

The scene made everyone in front of the light screen pause for a moment.

"This, haha, interesting, the grand array intentionally favors him."

"With this tree here, not to mention 10 breaths, even 100 or 1,000 breaths might be blocked."

Many people laughed as they watched the two figures in the light screen engage in combat.

Xiang Liuyun's gaze fell on Han Muye's feet, nodded, and raised the long spear in his hand, saying in a deep voice, "Be careful."

This behavior was quite righteous.

Han Muye stood rooted to the ground with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.

Xiang Liuyun's long spear instantly thrust out.

With the thrust of the spear, the entire mountain range shook.

"Boom—"

The heavens and earth collapsed, the mountains crumbled!

The void was torn into countless rifts, and golden lights intertwined among them.

This attack surpassed the strength of all previous clashes!