Boom!
A surge of spiritual light emerged from the mouth of the tripod and plunged straight in.
Immediately afterward, the divine tripod shuddered violently, scattering waves, rocking the entire Barbarian God Hall.
Spurt!
Xu Yang seemed struck by lightning, blood spraying from his mouth like arrows!
"Kid, how is it?"
"Can your divine tripod restrain that thing?"
Gu Jun asked anxiously.
But Xu Yang had no time to respond to Gu Jun now.
Under the impact of that spiritual light, his spirit was wounded as never before, and even the divine tripod was nearly beyond his control!
Not even the Catastrophe Storm, nor the three Qian King's Seals, had ever reached such terrifying levels.
Xu Yang bit down on his tongue, unleashing his spiritual will in a desperate burst.
Inside the divine tripod, the Barbarian God's trace of spiritual light rippled layer after layer, wherever it passed, it shook the void, causing the tripod to tremble like a sieve!
"What the hell is that?"
