C1213 The Words Are True

"Watch out!"

A Dao Venerable cried out, pinching his fingers together as a glowing rune materialized at his fingertip, then flung it toward the Desolate Barbarian Tyrant.

Whoosh!

As the rune neared its target, it exploded, tracing an Eight Trigrams pattern in the air.

The pattern shimmered with a dazzling brilliance.

Yet, as soon as it took shape