After all, even the Wenxian Palace cannot manage the Three Thousand Great Dao.
Jiang Shu shouted, the Power Dao exploded in his spine with waves of dragon roars, the fist entwined with desolation aura collided fiercely with the Thunder Chain, causing the space along the path to be annihilated inch by inch, and even shattering those two gazes into pieces.
Yet the clone appeared behind him like a ghost, manifesting a long spear-like weapon in its palm, entwined with a chilling coldness, aiming to pierce Jiang Shu's back.
Jiang Shu's entire body's senses had reached the extreme, the Three Holy Embryos within him increased his realm and perception of Dao, gradually growing and standing up, constantly absorbing the surrounding Dao Rhyme to replenish Jiang Shu himself, sensing the attack from the long spear.
