"Ignorant!"
The Pharaoh shook his head expressionlessly and raised his white jade-like right palm.
His five fingers were long, slender, and white as jade, appearing even more delicate than a woman's by threefold.
The Pharaoh wielded his hand like a blade, gently sweeping it forward.
As the line drawn by his hand blade appeared, a bright white line materialized in the void.
The white line grew longer, seemingly slicing the intangible air in half, heading towards the Divine Light Protection.
The Gang Blade, formed by the Gang Qi, collided fiercely with the golden membrane of the Divine Light Protection.
Listening to the teeth-grinding screeching sound, Ning Fan couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle, fearing the Divine Light Protection might not hold.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Tielei did not mess up, and the golden film of the Divine Light Protection remained intact, except for causing ripples.
The Pharaoh said casually, "High Priest, how long can you hold on?"
