Sensing that the situation was turning against him, the old man in the black robe suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of Vital Blood onto his palm, shouting, "Blood Fiend Palm!"
A blood-red palm print, a hundred zhang in size, materialized out of thin air. Its palm lines were clearly visible, and it pressed down upon the two elders with an earth-shattering might.
"Well timed!" the Right Elder shouted heartily, retracting his horsetail whisk and forming hand seals. "Mystic Heaven Immeasurable!"
Chapter 704