Chapter 409 Blood Spirit Rope

More than two hundred golden lights protected their bodies, but they all extinguished during the icy avalanche.

Soon, the group of Holy Cultivators led by Yin Zhiyu was completely buried, their lives in the avalanche reminiscent of small creatures dwelling in mountains, unable to escape the relentless swallowing of the avalanche no matter how strong they once were.

The power of a single palm had surpassed all the Holy Decisions, truly worthy of being a Divine Skill comprehended in the Realm of Myth, to Wu Hen's own surprise.

It seemed that his habit of drawing his sword impulsively needed to change. Wasn't he fierce himself?

After the Avalanche Palm swept through, the encirclement formed by those two hundred people was again dispersed, seeing dozens of people die instantly, Wu Hen was very satisfied with the power of his palm.