The towering ancient forest around them had already been flattened.
A massive handprint stood out conspicuously.
Zhang Jing stood in place, not having moved a single step.
His eyes were filled with indifference.
He hadn't used any spells just now, only simply marshalling the mana from his Dantian and merging it with the Tao Intent of the Five Elements, and gave it a casual slap.
And yet even so.
The power within was more than the dozen or so ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators on the opposite side could withstand.
His gaze lightly swept over the scene of devastation before him.
Zhang Jing unconsciously recalled the scene of Lu Thirty-Eight carrying him, fleeing ignominiously from Langya County amidst the aftermath of a battle in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
It all felt like it had happened just yesterday.
"Have I unknowingly already come this far?"
He felt a sense of being in a daze.
Coming back to his senses.
Zhang Jing gestured slightly.