The old figure drifted past his eyes, and he slightly clenched his fist, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
But suddenly, after that sword light, a brilliant golden light showered down like a golden river waterfall, cascading down from the shattered tribulation clouds like a torrent of golden sand.
Li Hao was stunned.
Before he could react, the golden sand-like light swiftly entangled and followed the sword light, like thousands of arms, compressing and enveloping the momentum of the sword light until it caught up with it. At the moment the sword light approached Li Hao, it coiled around him.
Time seemed to quietly pause.
A gentle and extreme power spread over Li Hao.
Li Hao seemed to feel countless thoughts, prayers, and petitions, humming like a whisper, like ancient thunder, resonating within his mind.
The imperious sword light arrived above Li Hao's head but could no longer fall, as the flowing power like golden divine sand blocked this overwhelming sword.
