The Great Fang Elder’s full attention was fixed solely on that small pill.
A vast, rolling wave of black surged forth, but he did not even glance at it.
In his left hand, a silver lamp flickered with a single, faint strand of ghostly light that spun slowly.
Suddenly, a silver fire wall before him shot straight up into the sky, turning into a thin silver light screen that enveloped the surrounding tens of miles of forest and mountains.
The black tidal wave roared as it came crashing down against the silver screen.
Silver flames flickered and rose from the barrier, but the black wave pressed heavily, causing the screen to shudder violently.
Huge volumes of black water were burned by the silver flames into steam, rising high into the sky.
The silver light screen was incredibly resilient; though the black tide washed over it relentlessly, raising huge ripples across its surface, it remained unbroken, showing no sign of damage.
With a thunderous crack, a golden dragon whip descended from the sky, cracking heavily against the silver light screen.
The screen trembled violently.
This must be one of Hutuo’s brothers making their move.
The golden dragon whip struck with great force, sharp streaks of chilling gleam dancing and piercing continuously across the silver screen.