Where it passed, space twisted and shattered like glass, and all things decayed—
Death Spirit Tribulation Finger!
This was Nangong Xiongba's renowned technique; back then, Nangong Lu had used this move to crush Zhou Qing with a wisp of essence from the jade pendant.
"Swish, swish, swish—"
Sounds of air breaking filled the sky as all stewards, elders, and disciples of the Taiqing Sect rushed over.
Torrents of spiritual power surged like rivers converging into the sea, crazily pouring into the array disc.
"Sizzle—"
The Death Spirit Tribulation Finger collided violently with the three-colored grand array!
Not the expected earth-shattering explosion, only a terrifying sound of corrosion.
Only the gray-white death aura, like a festering bone, madly devoured the light screen of the array.
The tricolor spiritual light visibly dimmed, emitting an unbearable wail.
"Everyone, hold on!" Cao Zhengyang grimaced, bleeding from seven orifices, hands pressed tightly on the array disc.
