The magic giant palm shimmering with multicolored glass light had just formed, and its might swept across the surroundings.
Even just the aura leaking out caused the golden giant dragon, formed by the collective efforts of the monks from Suspended Mountain, to flicker like a candle in the wind, its golden light wavering and about to extinguish.
Even the originally rapid ascending speed suddenly plummeted.
It was as if they had suddenly fallen into a quagmire, struggling just to crawl.
"What is this?"
The monks below Suspended Mountain gazed at the colossal multicolored glass palm that covered the sky, feeling the terrifying pressure like a landslide or tsunami.
All of them were in a daze, full of disbelief.
Even Elder Jin Zhong, a strong figure in the Golden Core Realm, was flabbergasted, almost unable to believe his own eyes.
There was no choice; the magic giant palm Lu Qing had conjured was simply too horrifying.
