BOOM—
A colossal roar echoed out, sending out ripples of golden light that shook the entire mountain range.
When the billowing white smoke cleared, Fang Yang remained standing firm in the center of the field, his dark hair disheveled but his presence unshaken.
"How is this possible?"
Sen Cangba's eyes were vacant, Yu Yihao was utterly demoralized, and Qing Xixi's face was deathly pale.
It was too unbelievable. How could Fang Yang have possibly withstood that wave of attacks? It shouldn't have been possible.
The remaining cultivators were all profoundly shaken, a sense of despair creeping into their hearts.
But Fang Yang, at the forefront, showed no signs of stopping. He continued to channel the Carp Eagle Divine Feather.
With another BOOM, a golden torrent surged to the heavens, rising hundreds of feet to engulf the sky as the Golden Tai Chi Diagram manifested once more.
