The air above was filled with a crackling sound, and the *gang* energy erupting from the ground tore the dust net into shreds. Reduced to a sieve, the net lost all its power.
A Taoist hovered in mid-air, a precious sword on his back and the handle of a bald horsetail whisk in his hand.
"A pathetic little formation like this, and you thought it could stop me?"
Chapter 295