"Please proceed!" Di Cang's gaze swept over the four individuals. His slightly wrinkled face remained as calm as an ancient well, yet an aura of ancient thought pervaded from his body. The Emperor Cyan Technique radiated, causing the atmosphere on the battle stage to be oppressively intense.
"Since you insist on showing strength, don't blame us for using numbers against you!" Duan Qingcheng shouted explosively. In an instant, the power of the Saint Heaven Realm erupted, rushing directly towards Di Cang. At the same time, a fierce wind swept past, seemingly slicing through Di Cang's body like a sword.
Simultaneously, the other three acted. Nie Shengyun twisted his large hand, and a golden battle spear appeared, which he immediately swung horizontally, aiming to pierce through Di Cang's forehead and everything else.
This spear, in fact, felt as if it weighed tens of thousands of pounds, seemingly capable of crushing the heavens and earth.
