C53 Because I'm a Xiantian Cultivator

The two soaring energies formed a convergence, as if two torrents were colliding with each other, and neither wanted to go around the other.

For a moment, the white fog formed two whirlpools. In the eyes of the Four Mysterious Sects, it was like two tornadoes were fighting against each other, or one side was devouring the other.

Boom!

Both sides didn't compromise