Even the lowest-cultivated beings could see with their naked eyes that Shen Yi's hand gripped the lower jaw of Qingluan tightly, with conspicuous azure light overflowing.
That was a sign of Qingluan's Tribulation Power being broken.
"Ah?" Qi Feng was somewhat surprised. Since when did the Shenxu lineage possess the strength to restrain the Tianwu lineage?
Such a feat could not be achieved simply by a difference of two hundred tribulations.
Clearly, Qi Feng was not the only one taken aback.
After a brief moment of shock, a flush of blood rushed to Qingluan's fair and handsome face. His palms grasped the Immortal Wutong Spear once more, awakening the spirit of the divine bird, and boldly plunged forward!
The chirping of the phoenixes resounded once again, and the twisting Sky Curtain was pulled by the azure light, as if the canvas was rolling, ready to be violently torn down.
This spear's might was even greater than before!