C559 Ancestral Demon Holy Mountain

In a flash, at the heart of the great hall, five currents of air surged toward Meng Fann, threatening to crush him into a pulp.

Overwhelmed by the formidable gusts, Meng Fann clenched his jaw, his body rigid with tension as his Vitality erupted with force. In an instant, his palm acted, seizing the stone tablet nearby