Whoosh——
Whoosh——
The figures of Jiang Dali and the other three swiftly passed through the blood mist and Qi Force, landing on the ground.
"Shakyamuni!"
Jiang Dali immediately turned around, delivering a domineering punch filled with power towards Shakyamuni behind him.
Unexpectedly, the punch hit nothing but air, merely dispersing the blood mist that lingered in the air.
Shakyamuni's body had already exploded into a mess of flesh and mud earlier.
"Primordial Spirit!"
Wu Ming sensed something was wrong, and with a low shout, his eyes turned bright, transforming two Sword Radiances into a formidable Primordial Spirit Sword Intent, chasing after a cluster of pure blood mist ahead.
Within that blood mist, the weakened wave of Shakyamuni's Primordial Spirit emitted prominently.
Wu Ming's Primordial Spirit Sword Intent struck within the cluster of pure blood mist, instantly causing the mist to churn violently.
"Ah!! Unworthy descendant!"
