Upholding Demonic Hand

At this moment, he looked back toward the distance, his expression grave and solemn.

Because the massive mountain in the distance continued to collapse with a thunderous roar, layer upon layer of soil and rocks rolling down from the surface of the peak.

In the blink of an eye, the entire mountain had become substantially shorter than before, and countless spiritual trees and herbs had been buried beneath the soil. The extent of this wastage made Liu Ming's heart ache with regret.

With a "swoosh" sound!

A streak of crystalline light shot over from not too far away and, after blurring, materialized into a valiant-looking woman dressed in the garb of the Heavenly Moon Sect.

The woman carried a snow-white longsword on her back and stopped in the void not far from Liu Ming, casting a cold and detached glance at him before also turning to gaze at the distant collapsing mountain.

Upon seeing this woman, Liu Ming's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly.