C1588 Xenobiogre?

Under the close attention of everyone, the painting finished the last bit of the Absolute Life Pool's water, closed itself into a small scroll, and soared into the sky.

"Attack!"

The Death Spirit s of the twenty-first step released an ear-piercing whistle, raised his hands and slapped them. A gigantic blood-red palm of Pang Shuo's condensed into form high up in the sky