"You can't escape!"
The Grey-robed Immortal Emperor said gloomily, raising his finger to point, his fingertip glimmering with grey light, as if a great divine power was about to be unleashed. The formidable aura of a half-step Quasi-Saint was shaking the heavens and sweeping across all directions.
In the Grey-robed Immortal Emperor's view, the fact that he didn't subdue Ning Fan in three consecutive moves earlier was merely a result of underestimating him. At this moment, going all out, capturing Ning Fan was, naturally, a matter of certainty.
Under the pointing of the finger light, the surrounding dozens of continents instantly lost their color, and the surrounding scenery was all painted in grey.
In the very moment when the color of heaven and earth changed, the Grey-robed Immortal Emperor seemed to directly replace the Heavenly Dao of the grey world he was in, as if within this grey domain, he was the absolute king!
"This is... the Power of Palm Position!"
