At this moment, clouds and mist surged within Demon Suppression Pass, and heaven and earth trembled.
Yaksha's red eyes were like blood, Asura's six arms madly pounded, the Dragons hid in the clouds, Garuda flapped its wings and sliced down sword feathers, Qian Dapo was like a Heavenly Girl, moving gracefully and ethereally in the mist, playing celestial music, with killing intent never-ending.
"Boom"
"Boom"
"Boom"
The attack that covered the sky and blocked the sun was like a mountain pressing down, or like a storm, rushing to kill the young monk.
The void roared, houses collapsed, the earth suddenly sank, raising billowing dust.
The tremendously violent wind pressure arrived first, but only lifted the corners of the gray-white monk's robe.
The monk had a vermilion spot on his brow that flickered in the dim sky light, his handsome and exotic face was calm amidst the rolling dust, exuding a compassionate demeanor.
