At this moment, outside the cave, some people were trying to break in, including the strong men of the dead tribe. However, they were blocked by the battle array arranged by the five hundred Rakshasa Dukes.

"Bang."

Thousands of miles away from the cliff of life and death, the body of a dead general broke into several pieces and fell from the sky.

On a white cloud, Zhenyuan was sitting cross-legged, with a jade table in front of him, drinking tea leisurely.

The dead general was beaten to pieces by his palm, without even the slightest strength to fight back.

"To kill my general, you must die."

A very angry voice sounded, and the overwhelming evil energy of death emerged from the sky, rushing toward Zhenyuan like a stormy sea.

Zhenyuan smiled, showing no sign of panic. He calmly took a sip of tea and said, "Son of Red Star God, I have been waiting here for you for a long time!"

The evil energy of death surged violently and quickly condensed into a giant hand hundreds of feet tall, covering the sky and the sun, and seemed to be able to pluck the stars from the sky.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Zhenyuan recited a Taoist slogan and slowly stretched out a hand.

I saw that his hand grew rapidly and glowed with earthy yellow light. Countless rules were intertwined on it, and the vast power of heaven and earth was mobilized.

"Bang."

The two giant hands collided together. Zhenyuan's khaki-colored hand was intact, but the giant hand formed by the condensed evil energy of death exploded into pieces.

The next moment, the evil spirit of death receded like a tide, and soon disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all.

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Chapter completed!