The Divine Beast- Shriveled

Qin Wushuang almost had no other choice, he could only close his eyes and wait for his death.

The instant when that spiral shaped whirlpool was going to swallow Qin Wushuang, in the middle of the air, a giant hand had suddenly appeared. Like a farmer that was harvesting a bundle of wheat or as if a parent was catching a naughty kid, it easily grabbed that spiral shaped whirlpool.

The giant hand grabbed it casually and with one twist, it had completely squeezed this extremely tyrannical attack into pieces.

The great Tiger Saint had never expected such a huge change as his pupils enlarged greatly to glare at the sky.

Next to Qin Wushuang, a face with a faint smile slowly emerged like a shadow. When Qin Wushuang saw this face clearly, he was instantly surprised.