"Bang!"
A loud boom sounded, like thunder crashing down.
A few dozen meters away, the five Saints couldn't help covering their ears, yet the intense soundwaves still made them spit out blood.
The force of this strike had torn the space apart.
Waves rippled slowly outward, leveling everything within a kilometer radius.
Such a powerful duel was beyond the Five Saints' imagination.
This was the battle between top-notch experts, while the cannon fodder could only watch from a great distance.
The rising dust clouds gradually dissipated, and only then did the five people make out the ground that had caved in.
Unexpectedly, what caught their eyes was a defense formed by seven fox tails.
The snow-white fox tails were so harsh in the night.
They curled up into a ball in a pit five to six meters deep.
"Master!"
Originally, they thought Ning Mengyao had perished on the spot.
Unexpectedly, not only was she still alive, but the Wushan Ancestor had vanished without a trace.
