At that moment, Jiang Zuo was controlling sixteen giants within the Mist, launching a pincer attack to annihilate the Gold and Silver Armors.
Blades flashed and swords descended in a relentless, unending cycle.
Amid flashes of blades and swords, the figures of the Silver Armors and giants flickered continuously high in the air. The entire space distorted from the shockwaves of their power.
It seemed as if it could collapse at any moment.
Weaker Cultivators couldn't even look directly at the battle.
Forcing oneself to watch would only result in blindness.
"The special effects are too intense this time. I'm blind. How about you guys?" Mo Yan said, facing the sky with her eyes closed.
'Even if I can't see, I can't bow my head.'
'How could a Demon Cultivator possibly bow their head?'
Chu Qing, on the other hand, lowered his head. "I'm never saying Elder Po Xiao's entrances lack special effects ever again."
