These two golden hammers are no ordinary Dharma Treasures; they are Divine Weapons forged from Golden Essence. Their immense force shakes mountains, with the power to shatter peaks. When they fell upon Xuan Guang, it was as if a section of the summit had collapsed, fire radiating in all directions, red clouds scattering. With one strike, they destroyed it.
Yan Yuqin felt a massive roar reverberate through her eardrums, leaving her chest tight and breathless. She thought to herself that this was not good, and swiftly twisted her body to evade. Yet, she felt a fierce wind rush past her back, her body momentarily numb, her vision darkened. She spat out a mouthful of fresh blood involuntarily.
Though she was injured, her mind remained clear, and she knew that there could be no hesitation—otherwise, her fate would be death and the obliteration of her soul. Summoning her strength, she raised her sleeve and unleashed a blaze of scorching red flames.
