Tong Lao had a panoramic view of the scene from the corner of his eye. In times of crisis, he no longer held back the spiritual energy in his body.
While struggling to resist the huge fireball, he secretly used the Hell Ghost Hand again.
Suddenly, four huge ghost hands were pulled up from the ground. Judging from the size, these four ghost hands were much larger than the giant fireball that blocked it.
Under the control of his mind, the four ghost hands on the edge of the defensive shield slowly placed their palms down on the defensive shield.
Although the energy shield could not be completely protected, it could still block most of the fireball attacks, preventing those strong Martial Kings from being consumed to death.
"As expected of the old president, eight hell ghost hands, how much spiritual energy is needed to back them up!"
Above their heads, the skeleton ghost hands were lifelike and huge, like giant hands protecting their bodies. Mu Shengqiu was filled with wonder in her heart. This expression was like that of a strong martial artist admiring a strong martial king.
"Focus on it, we're not at the point where we can let our guard down yet."
Kenroa's face was pale. After swallowing an ethereal pill, he started to show some signs of rosiness. His hands continued to output spiritual energy on the protective shield to maintain the protective shield.
Mu Shengqiu was amazed, and like everyone else, he took an ethereal pill to replenish the lack of spiritual energy in his body.
"It's such a big move. You can use so many hellish hands at once. Let's see how long you can last!"
He was slightly surprised, and then Han Ze laughed ferociously.
He didn't know where he learned the Hell Ghost Hands from, but to condense so much at one time, the amount of spiritual energy required was unimaginable. If it continued like this, Tong Lao would definitely pay a heavy price.
Eight hell ghost hands, this is already the maximum limit of Tong Lao, but this kind of operation can only quench his thirst for a moment. If Han Ze's meteorite fire is not broken as soon as possible, the consequences will be disastrous.
Thinking of this, Tong Lao's eyes flashed with fierceness, and then, only an afterimage was left on the spot.
Han Ze in the sky suddenly realized that he had lost the aura of Tong Lao, and he couldn't help but feel startled, and a bad premonition suddenly came to his heart.
Realizing that something was wrong, he didn't have time to think about it when a chill came over his back.
Immediately, a heartbreaking pain came from his back, and before he could scream in pain, he rushed into the inside of the fireball with the sound of wind in his ears.
Tong Lao, who suddenly used his Apparition, did not pause after he succeeded in the attack. He closed his palms and in an instant, the four hell ghost hands on the protective cover quickly disappeared.
And under the huge fireball, four other ghost hands suddenly appeared. They seemed to be conscious, lying on the fireball like an octopus, and immediately completed the comprehensive coverage, without revealing a trace. Not even the temperature can penetrate it.
Han Ze was among them. If the fireball suddenly exploded, he would have to suffer the consequences and become a laughing stock.
At this scene, most people breathed a sigh of relief and almost didn't cheer.
Only Tong Lao had no unnecessary expression on his face, but instead showed a deep look of solemnity.
On the battlefield in the distance, the eight emperors, green demons and Yan Juan wanted to escape from the battle quickly, and then go over to deal with Tong Lao to rescue their master.
But Chen Xi and Xiao Ran are not fools. How can they be allowed to escape easily at this time? Even if they are defeated, they have to fight with all their strength.
In this way, Yan Yu and the others used their strongest martial arts, the seven-level pagoda mixed with several green beams to attack the alchemists.
So many powerful Martial Emperors attacked at the same time, and the powerful energy directly tore the void at this moment. The bottomless darkness could be faintly seen in the tearing place, which made people afraid.
The reputation of fifth-level alchemists is not in vain. Although they rarely fight, it does not mean that they have no fighting ability.
Moreover, in terms of powerful martial arts, they are no weaker than others.
Facing the overwhelming attacks, Emperor Wu's Alchemist, who was not willing to be outdone, also used his unique moves without reservation.
In the confrontation, the color of the world changed, and the energy rushing around was no less destructive than the powerful Wu Zong. Even Tong Lao and Han Ze might have to avoid the edge at this moment.
Although the battle here is fierce, everyone's focus is still on Tong Lao and Han Ze. They are the key to today.
As long as one party falls, the people on the other party will inevitably become the target of massacre.
The clouds in the sky disappeared under Tong Lao's domineering wave, and the countless fireballs stopped abruptly, no longer destroying the already dilapidated earth.
The crisis can be said to be temporarily lifted. It depends on whether Han Ze can break through Tong Lao's ghost hand blockade.
After escaping the last fireball, Brother Monkey was already out of breath. He looked at the disappearing clouds in the sky and said in exhaustion, "Are you saved?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Tian squinted his eyes and stared at the place on the ground where the ghost hands were holding him, and said disappointedly, "It's still early!"
With a raised brow, Qin Tian said again, "Here we come..."
Brother Monkey didn't know why. At the moment when he was confused, the eight ghost hands suddenly showed signs of being pried.
This phenomenon plunged everyone into the fear that had just disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, a circle of sealed ghost hands was forcibly opened by a terrifying force, as if a flower was about to bloom. The gaps were enlarging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ghost hands kept tilting outwards.
Tong Lao, who was still in the air, was still trying his best to trap Han Ze. Unfortunately, the strength of the two of them was at the same level, and neither of them could achieve a true crush.
Seeing that the top of the fireball was completely exposed, Mr. Tong suddenly came up with a plan. He raised his right hand and with a 'pop' sound, green flames rose out of thin air.
Then with a flick of his hand, the green flame suddenly turned into a green light and hit the fireball below.
Without any obstruction, the green flame quickly merged into the fireball.
The next second, Leng Yan condensed, and his sharp eyes suddenly exuded the brilliance of killing and decisiveness.
With a low voice, a black silk stocking fluttered in the windless air.
The majestic power swirled crazily outside his body with dazzling colors, surrounding his body like a real thing. At first glance, he looked like a god.
After hovering for a while, this force suddenly headed towards the Ghost Hand Bee pupa.
With Tong Lao's full effort, the eight ghost hands suddenly closed together as if they were shot with blood, directly covering the fireball again.
Everyone was watching nervously, not missing any detail. In their opinion, the victory or defeat should be decided at this moment.
"The battles of the strong men of the Wuzong are indeed terrifying. The power that the old gentleman just released should be able to easily kill dozens of people like me..."
