The withered old man was horrified, but before he could react, a yellow glint flashed through the white fog behind him, and sixty-four yellow stick shadows flew out, each carrying a terrifyingly huge force.
The sixty-four forces converged and struck down hard.
The wither old man's expression changed again, and he quickly used his magical treasure shaped like a pot lid to meet the attack.
The stick shadows struck the pot lid, emitting a thunderous boom.
The pot lid magical treasure could no longer hold up and shattered into countless pieces, and the withered old man was also hit by this tremendous force, causing his chest bones to crack loudly, breaking several of them.
He was sent flying backward, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.
After suffering such a heavy injury, the mana suppressed within the old man's legs dissipated, and two streaks of red light shot out from his legs, rapidly spreading upward.