The air wave burst open, and the corridor planks shattered.
Within a ten-meter radius, the air suddenly solidified, followed by a white mist that seemed to overturn heaven and earth.
"Move fast!"
"Run!"
Someone shouted out loud, reminding others as figures rapidly distanced themselves.
The middle-aged Sect Leader's face turned completely serious, and then he saw the Flying Dragon stumbling back, and a three-meter-tall white-gray stone statue thunderously landed on the ground.
Thump!!!
The ground caved in, with cracks spreading outward as if an earthquake had occurred.
Yang Chengyuan and his four closest companions' faces changed drastically, feeling as if their bodies were fixed in place by a strong impact, their blood roiling, unable to move.
The next second.
Buzz!!
The air burst open, and a white-gray fist, carved like a rock, suddenly launched forward.
"No!!!"
Yang Chengyuan shouted in fear and anger, as a crane illusion threw itself in front of him.
Boom!!!
