A flickering and flowing golden pattern emerged on the cracked skin of the leaves and phoenix. The wild and fierce spirit of the beast, gathering around them into a pulsating golden flame. Amid the waves and fireworks, a ferocious beast could be vaguely seen.
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The Qilian Practitioners realized, or perhaps didn't realize, that destructive energy was spreading in the sky, and when they became aware of it, their attention turned to the heavens. They carefully observed Ye Fengsheng's body; it wasn't caused by human strength. Their eyes filled with awe and fear.
"Go."
After Ye Fengsheng finished the last syllable, he barely maintained the spiritual energy wave of heavenly thunder, which finally completely dissipated. The surging heavenly thunder, besides being metaphorically overshadowed, also contained the aura of destruction.
