It was evident that the gulf between the two was huge. "Jacob, I admit you're the strongest adversary I have encountered in the mundane world!" Marshall brought the hand placed behind him to the front.
"Cut the cr*p! Let's finish this," Jacob snapped.
Despite his words, Jacob's attention was focused on the altar instead of Marshall. It was imperative that he either destroy the altar or stop the spiritual energy revival.
His observation told him that the spiritual energy revival was caused by the light shot into the sky by the altar. If only he could cut the light off, he might have a chance to end the phenomenon.
"Do you have a death wish, kid?"
An insidious glint flashed across Marshall's eyes as he narrowed them. Thereafter, his palms released an explosive aura. With murderous intent, Marshall unleashed the full glory of his cultivation before throwing a palm strike at Jacob.