"His strength has already surpassed mine, this human race demon..."
White Mountain Elephant Venerable felt his scalp tingle.
A few days ago, he still needed Ji Qingyue's help to spar with him, but now, suddenly, he had become more powerful than himself.
"Roar..."
Unable to help it, he let out a loud roar. He dared not meet Wei Fan's fist with his own, feeling that this fist could shatter his indestructible golden body.
Amidst the roar, White Mountain Elephant Venerable's trunk quickly lengthened, whipping towards Wei Fan's fist like a whip.
"Bang!"
Golden blood splattered as Wei Fan's fist drilled into the trunk, snapping it off. Half of the trunk twisted and flew out like a golden python, crashing into the ground and creating a deep pit.
Ji Qingyue's beautiful eyes again filled with shock: "Is this the power of the Six-Colored Golden Body? Truly terrifying beyond compare!"
