Meng Han roared angrily and suddenly made his move, stretching out his giant palm. Numerous handprints, each several tens of meters long, rolled out continuously like a towering tsunami, pressing down on Lin Feng.
Endless handprints, their might shocking, caused the white clouds in the sky to instantly disperse.
As the handprints passed, the air surged like ocean waves, continuously exploding with loud bangs.
Many disciples of the Divine Wind Camp widened their eyes, deeply shocked. Truly fitting for an Inner Sect Elder, his strength was indeed formidable, beyond what Pang He could compare to!
Is Lin Feng able to catch this attack?
Everyone watched the sky intently, not wanting to miss this thrilling scene.
"You're the one who will die!"
In the air, Lin Feng coldly shouted, his treasure sword emitting a radiant light, transforming into a tens of meters long sword of light, resonating with the dazzling golden light from his body.
Swoosh!
