Boom!!
Suddenly, a massive divine power surged from a corner below.
It was a Spirit General from the Zhenyi Sect in the Great Sect Alliance, an old Daoist with white hair who was not Daoist Qingyi.
His anger soared, his eyes shining with dazzling white light, and a Tai Chi Diagram spun rapidly behind him.
Clearly, it was the Great Descent of the Divine.
And it was at the level of a Divine Master.
But before he could react, a golden light suddenly approached.
In an instant, the golden light transformed into countless golden threads, enveloping the man and forming a large golden sphere.
Moments later, the golden sphere dispersed, leaving only an old monk wearing golden armguards slowly emerging.
Further away, Saint Emperor Meng Qian held a long black sword, speaking softly with several top Spirit Generals of the Great Sect Alliance.
Seemingly noticing the gaze from the sky, Meng Qian slightly lifted his head, glancing in Zhang Rongfang's direction.
Their gazes met.
