In everyone's horrified eyes, the last giant hundreds of feet appeared out of thin air in the white mist.
Stepping out, Yan Yin stood on the arena of Yanwu Academy and held the giant palm up.
"drink."
Several cold shouts were heard. Ling Jiannan, Lin Changqing, Lin Qing'er, Fang Xue and others all attacked the giant palm.
The giant palm pressed Yan Yin, who had transformed into a hundred-foot giant, and was then instantly dispersed.
Looking at the giant Yan Yin, who was a hundred feet tall, the cultivators opposite him were filled with fear.
"No matter how many martial saints you have, they are just a group of juniors in my eyes." At this time, an old man in gray appeared in front of Ling Yue and the others' cultivators.
The old man looked at Yan Yin and the others with a calm look on his face. He said, "I am the saint of the sage."
"No matter what you're going to get, look at it." Yan Yin shouted loudly, and his huge hand clenched his fist and hit him hard.
However……
The holy hand cracked and grabbed his hand in the air. A huge hand was born in an instant and then grabbed Yan Yin.
"Don't say you are a hundred-foot giant. Even if you are a thousand-foot giant, you can capture you in your palm." Xiao Li snorted coldly. Then he suddenly tried hard and grabbed Yan Yin, who had a hundred-foot body.
"Yeah."
The sound was like a huge thunder. Yan Yin roared angrily. A golden blood shadow walked out of his body. Then he punched hard at the crack.