บท 4705: Eight-Armed Buddha Image

Jian Wushuang did not hesitate any longer. He raised his palm and the great supreme Yan power was unleashed.

The terrifying power that could even destroy a Yan Immortal turned into a pillar of light that shot up into the sky and struck the black-gold palm.

However, an unbelievable scene appeared.

The two collided, and the thousands of streams of light from the explosion scattered. However, the giant black-golden palm only trembled. Not only was it not damaged in the slightest, but it also became more solid.

"Retreat!" Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed and he quickly retreated. Chun Qiu and the others also moved in an instant to escape the range of the black-golden palm.

Five of the weaker cultivators were hit and died on the spot. Their vast Yan power was completely absorbed.

The ground sank thousands of feet, and a chasm was torn open.