Battling the Pinnacle of the Arcana Plane

Everyone stared at the prideful figure standing there in dismay. He was too strong, just a single spell could cause all those experts to become injured. The spell's destructive force was appalling.

Boom. At that moment, a figure descended like a flash of lightning. The figure stepped forward and the heavens rumbled, like a mountain crashing down upon Ye Futian who had just finished casting his spell. His brilliant eyes glancing at the other person, Ye Futian's palm stretched out, his Spiritual Qi culminating into the form of a rod.