"Holy ancestors soul!"
Man Man, Shaosi, Yu Mu and Feng Xing looked at the Divine Pivot Hall, which was being pulled directly up from the ground, and all screamed out.
The enormous hall was surrounded by bright streams of starlight, rising like a floating mountain. Rapidly-flowing, great-river-like starlight streams dragged the hall, pulling it up from the ground.
The three Daoist priests gave resonant growls together. They pointed their fingers at the small tower floating above Po’s head. A black and yellow colored stream of mist instantly puffed out of the tower, circled around the Divine Pivot Hall, and cut all starlight streams into pieces.