Holding Mountain Fist not only drained Mana Points but also a vast amount of True Qi from within his body. Like a tidal wave surging into his fists, it whisked away more than ninety percent in a flash.
The next moment, Chu Hao's aura, laden with terror, burst forth layer upon layer, pressing forward.
He stood before the five men like a giant. Even Ghost Sword Dust was greatly startled.
The five from Longhu Mountain only felt Chu Hao's aura becoming terrifying to an unparalleled degree. What was he planning to do?
Zhang Zhonghao exclaimed in alarm, "Retreat!"
"It's too late."
Facing Chu Hao's fearsome momentum, those who had wanted to retreat found their bodies uncontrollably frozen in place.
Zhang Zhonghao quickly formed seals, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto the Longhu Seal. His complexion turned pale as he shouted, "Power of ancestral worship, return to the Great Dao, urgent as a commandment!"
