There was no dodging it!
There was no blocking it!
How could he survive?
Trapped within the sealed space created by the Four Directions Sealing Palm, Jiang Jichen was in the most hopeless of predicaments.
Little Skeleton had just killed Zhang the Half-Immortal and had no time to disengage and come to his aid.
As for his Seven-colored Spiritual Power, there was no time to unleash it either.
'Does this mean I've exhausted all my options? Is there not a single shred of hope left?'
The Grand Elder watched Jiang Jichen, his eyes filled with mockery.
He genuinely rejoiced at the deaths of the Elder Pharmacist and Zhang the Half-Immortal.
Now, everything Jiang Jichen possessed would be his. All it would take was this final palm strike.
BOOM!
The Four Directions Sealing Palm descended, unleashing a dazzling ripple of Spiritual Power.
But the Grand Elder felt his Four Directions Sealing Palm strike not Jiang Jichen's body, but a piece of old, blood-colored cloth.
