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At this moment,

whether it was Master White Crane, Flying Crane Master, or that Late Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator,

all of their faces drastically changed as they each felt the shadow of death looming over them.

The enormous blood-red palm that effortlessly grasped the three of them wasn't a living creature, nor was it any kind of skill; it was formed by the condensation of mana.

Someone had casually launched a stroke of mana, creating this blood-colored giant palm which easily trapped the three Foundation Establishment True Persons within it.

Moreover, the giant palm likely only needed a little more force to crush the three of them with ease.

To achieve such a feat,

the one manipulating this blood-colored giant palm must possess no small cultivation.

"Golden Elixir Realm!"

Almost instantly, this conjecture flashed through the minds of all three.