As the various great paths surged on his body, Lu Qing took the initiative.
He extended his palm, gently striking toward the Black and White Temple Deputy Master's body, which emanated a strange malice.
This palm seemed slow and light, as if it was just a casual wave, carrying no trace of mortal atmosphere.
Yet in the Deputy Master's eyes, it was a completely different feeling.
He only felt that as Lu Qing released this palm, the world turned upside down.
The spatial power within thousands of miles suddenly surged, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming a massive vortex.
The vortex spread from Lu Qing as the center to the Eight Directions, and wherever it passed, space twisted, deformed, and collapsed.
Ultimately, it also exploded with unimaginable spatial power.
More importantly, that spatial power continuously squeezed toward him.
It was a kind of indescribable pressure, as if the entire world was crushing down on him.
