章節 1591: Eight Giant Hands

A Great Dao power that was suffused with black and white light wrapped around Wang Mang.

Eight mid-rank Level 7 divine weapons landed on the Great Dao of Devouring.

It was as if they had encountered an indestructible divine iron. No matter how hard they tried, they could not sink at all.

Looking at Wang Mang's indifferent face, the eight people's faces darkened.

An all-out attack actually had no effect on Wang Mang?!

There was also the power of the Great Dao. How could it withstand the power of a divine weapon?

All of a sudden, the same question appeared in everyone's mind.

Glancing at them calmly, Wang Mang chuckled in disdain. "Is that all you've got?

"Then it's my turn next!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless Devouring Great Dao swept out of Wang Mang's body.

In an instant, an extremely ominous aura mixed with endless mysteries instantly enveloped the entire arena.