As the Dark Celestial Light Array was broken, the First Elder froze, stunned.
But then a cold, indifferent voice rang out, making the First Elder snap his head toward the source of the sound.
There, he saw an old man with long white hair billowing in the wind, his expression chilly as he watched the scene unfold.
Before the First Elder could speak, the old man's hands swiftly formed seals, and with a deep shout, a palm imprint shot toward the gigantic staff!
Under the palm's pressure, the falling motion of the great staff came to an abrupt halt!
After a short clash between the palm imprint and the giant staff, their energies canceled out—the palm vanished, and the staff shrank back into a long cudgel, landing in the First Elder's hand once more.
The First Elder glared at the old man with a dark, sullen look, grinding out each word, "Third Elder... so you actually broke through to the Late Stage of Monarch God Realm?"
