Afterward, the other five also charged down.
Passing by Luo Chen's location, Jin Ling glanced over and couldn't help but narrow his pupils.
There was a mystic handprint floating in front of him.
The five fingers were perfectly proportioned, and the palm lines were vividly detailed.
It was lifelike, almost indistinguishable from a normal hand.
But evidently, it was not Luo Chen's hand, but rather something conjured by Qi Power.
"What technique is that?"
He didn't have time to ponder, for as he burst forward at full speed, a glimpse of the mountains and rivers of the Ba Dao Domain appeared in his gaze.
Twelve large flags transformed into twelve heaven-reaching pillars of light, encompassing an area tens of thousands of miles in extent.
Evil Qi ran rampant, and a blood-red mist began to spread.
A man with a horn on his head, which bore sword marks, forcibly broke free from the formation's restraints and charged out.
