"Demon Refinement Herb!"
"Impossible!"
Voices from Bao Hua and Yuan Ye came one after another. Bao Hua was alright, even though slightly shocked, she remained unmoved.
Beside her, the young man in the black robe, after shouting, suddenly darted forward and disappeared into a blur.
Han Li only saw a flash of black light as the Holy Ancestor Yuan Ye suddenly appeared in front of him with a gust of wind, and with a rising hand, his five fingers clawed directly at the Pale Silver Spirit Grass.
The entire movement was as fluid as flowing clouds, and the grasping momentum was faster than lightning!
At this moment, the face of the young man in the black robe twisted slightly, staring at the Pale Silver Spirit Grass with reddened eyes, seemingly unable to see anything else.
Han Li's face darkened, and with a swift swing of his sleeve, a flash of five-colored ice blocks disappeared, and he let out an angry roar, as a large fist wrapped in scale armor punched forward in a golden flash.
