Qin Yi scoffed disdainfully, raised a palm, and a terrifying and sharp palm wind surged upward with a horrifying momentum.
"Boom!"
The saber shadow, over ten meters long, was directly shattered by Qin Yi's palm wind, and a terrifying storm swept through the air.
"Pfft!"
The middle-aged man spat blood and staggered backward, looking at Qin Yi with horror. Just one palm, and it shattered the saber energy he had exerted all his strength on, and injuring him—this was too terrifying.
At the same time, the goateed man circling around Qin Yi suddenly stopped, laughed sinisterly, "You're doomed; prepare to turn to ash. Destructive Array, activate."
"Whoosh whoosh...!"
Terrifying flames erupted along the path the goateed man had walked, causing the surrounding village to crack and transform into tortoise shells, with the temperature suddenly rising.
