In their view.
Ling Yun is practically courting death.
Zhu Rong roared repeatedly, showing no mercy whatsoever.
And in the very next moment.
"Bang!"
A loud crash was heard.
A scene that left all the ancestral witches dumbfounded unfolded...
......
Because when the two come into contact.
It wasn't the "frail" Lingyun who was knocked away, but Zhurong.
The ancestral witches couldn't help but focus their gaze on that crystal-clear finger, their eyes filled with utter astonishment.
They couldn't understand how these seemingly delicate fingers, which could be broken with a snap, could not only block Zhu Rong's attack but also send him flying.
How is that possible?
Zhu Rong, the person involved, looked utterly bewildered, as if she had been completely ripped out.
He seriously doubted whether he had underperformed...
But at that very moment...
Ling Yun's lazy voice echoed throughout this world...
"Zhu Rong, is this all the strength you have? You think you can stop me?"
These words were spoken.
Zhu Rong: "......"
Zhu Rong was enraged when he left the earth.
Since birth.
When has Zhurong ever been so insulted?
"You brat, you're asking for death!"
Zhu Rong roared repeatedly, suddenly unleashing his full blood energy and blasting it towards Ling Yun.
This attack was Zhu Rong's strongest strike without revealing her true form.
However.
The same as before is...
Ling Yun remained indifferent, as if he had no interest whatsoever.
Unlike before...
This time, Ling Yun didn't just extend a finger, but a slap!
Zhu Rong, the dignified leader of the Witch Clan and one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, was actually slapped to the ground by Ling Yun and couldn't get up for a long time...
Dijiang and other ancestral witches: "..."
Even Houtu was taken aback.
at the same time.
Ling Yun's lazy voice rang out again...
“It’s too much trouble to do them one by one.”
"You can all come at me together..."
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