As if a giant hand reaching down from the heavens, pressing toward the figure in the yellow robe.
It was a force that seemed determined to level the mountain peaks, yet it fell precisely upon the yellow robe. Pei Ye felt a gripping pressure in his chest just from watching, but the force did not touch him at all.
Li Jian and the figure in yellow stood face to face, the misshapen hand still grasping his wrist.
The figure in yellow raised the other hand to meet the descending finger of the cloud-like hand.
When the palms met, a violent wind swept across the entire Tianshan, with the True Heaven screeching and fleeing, and the forces of heaven and earth groaning in instability. The accumulated snow on the surrounding peaks was stripped away by the mighty wind, revealing a gray-blue color beneath.
The cloud-like hand could no longer press down, and the figure in yellow did not take a single step back.
