Just as the golden light was about to dissipate.
Lu Xuan casually raised his right hand, his fingers pointed like a sword, and a thin cut had unknowingly appeared at the tip, from which blood beads, exuding a faint golden glow, oozed.
Without incantations or formulas, he simply slashed the air casually.
In an instant, the heavens and earth became clear!
The dark clouds covering the sky seemed to be torn open by an invisible giant hand, allowing a scorching ray of sunlight mixed with dazzling fire to pierce through.
At this moment, the torrential rain abruptly ceased, with the last few drops evaporating into vapor before touching the ground.
The chilling ominous aura enveloping the square quickly dissipated, causing the two ferocious spirits to emit unprecedented, piercing screams.
In the blink of an eye, a phantom talisman about a yard high appeared in mid-air, densely covered with flowing golden symbols.
Each character emanated an ancient and sacred aura of majesty.
