C1100 Fighting Immortal Monarch!

The elder loomed like a mountain of white bones, his massive hand reaching out towards Ye Xiangyang. The hand shimmered with a radiant light and exuded a metallic scent, leaving Ye Xiangyang astonished. It felt almost as if this hand were a precious artifact.

"Hold on!"

Ye Xiangyang gestured towards the great formation, and the array lines wove together to form a sword that spanned the sky