1205 The Eighth Ancestral Symbol

The large silver hand penetrated through space and blasted apart the many layers of ice walls. After which, it grabbed at Lu Feng's group. From the looks of it, it was clearly planning to rescue Lu Feng's group before Lin Dong could kill them.

Lin Dong stood in the air. His black eyes were frosty as he looked at the large silver hand. There was not much surprise in his eyes. A thought passed through his mind and the Great Desolate Tablet once again expanded. After which, it turned and ruthlessly smashed towards the large silver hand.

"Humph."

As if sensing Lin Dong's actions, a cold snort seemed to emerge from the shattered space. The large silver hand turned and met Lin Dong's attack, powerfully colliding against the Great Desolate Tablet which was smashing towards it.

Boom!

The powerful clash immediately shattered the surrounding space as an incomparably wild and violent energy wave spread. Lu Feng's group, which was closest, involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.