"Boom!"
He actually withstood the telekinetic hands head-on.
With heavy footsteps crushing bricks and stones, he charged towards the two golden-robed bishops.
"Die!!!!!"
Bai Xiao's pupils flashed a murderous red glow; his strong right arm suddenly rose up high, the skin stretched to its limit, the thick veins under the red muscles clearly visible. With one punch, he immediately blasted one of them.
The golden-robed bishop was none other than Hao Ya, who had just been sent flying by the Hand of Wanxiang. At this moment, he hadn't recovered yet, utterly unable to resist, a feeling of extreme crisis suddenly rose in his heart, and his body hair stood on end. Eyes filled with a devotion to the death, Hao Ya, the golden-robed bishop, spontaneously burned all his spiritual power, summoning the distant Hand of Wanxiang to bombard their position.
"If I am to die, you won't get off easy either!!!!"
"Bang!"
