Returning to the lower realm

Peng Peng Peng!

As the palm smacked down, palaces and islands exploded one after another, turning into dust.

As for the Golden immortal old monsters, they were all in a miserable state.

They opened up layers of shields and used all their skills. However, in the face of this shocking palm, their methods seemed so powerless and weak.

They could only watch helplessly as the huge palm descended and smashed through their layers of shields as if it was a piece of rotten wood.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with extreme shock and fear.

Then, their bodies exploded, and blood splashed everywhere.

"Heavens!"

Old Daoist Ji Tian raised his head and was completely dumbfounded by what he saw.

He couldn't believe his eyes. This guy didn't even use his immortal spirit body. He was just using a spell technique to form a palm. How could it have such terrifying power?

He had suppressed more than 20 Golden Immortals with a single palm!