When Han Li heard this, his heart trembled and he hastily looked at the palace’s spell formation center.

The building appeared exactly the same as it had before.

Confused, he thought to ask Silvermoon another question when an enormous pressure surged from the palace hall, followed by a heart-rattling explosion. Yellow light shot out from the top of the hall, a large hand moving to grab the Eight Spirit Ruler.

All of the cultivators present were shocked by this and several of them even yelped in surprise.

At that moment, a sweet playful laugh echoed from the palace. Then, the space around the Eight Spirit Ruler began to fluctuate before a silhouette with disheveled hair appeared.

He opened his mouth as soon after, releasing a ray of light that flashed like lightning, striking the hand and easily penetrating it.

A miserable screech sounded out and the large hand quickly disappeared. Soon after, a silhouette wrapped...