The veiled girl’s expression changed dramatically. As she flew backward, her hands flicked out gracefully, conjuring bloom after bloom of pink flowers before her—yet none could block the blood-red finger force, which shattered each blossom in turn.
Even so, the momentum of the blood-red finger force slowed considerably.
Victor Zhu’s eyes grew cold as he witnessed this. He flipped his palm, and in an instant, his hand expanded to the size of a giant fan, swinging down toward the veiled girl’s head.
"Boom!"
It was like thunder exploding—so violent that the veiled girl’s mind went blank, her ears ringing, and even her vision blurred.
Instantly, a sense of mortal danger flooded her body, but under this crushing force, she couldn’t move an inch.
But just then, a gentle warmth wrapped around her, and in a flash, she vanished from where she stood.
"Boom!"
Victor Zhu’s palm slammed down, blasting a massive crater into the ground.
The veiled girl, now suspended in midair, trembled at the sight. If that palm had landed on her, she’d have been reduced to dust.
For a moment, she glanced at Ian Song with newfound gratitude.
"What now?"
The next moment, the veiled girl asked Ian Song.
"I underestimated his combat power, but it doesn’t matter!"
Ian Song said coolly. The power Victor Zhu erupted with had already surpassed the Divine Sea Realm, comparable to mid-Core Formation.
However, Ian could tell that Victor’s outburst was only temporary. Once the time passed, his strength would definitely drop sharply.
Ian Song began to weave his hands, forming one formation hand-seal after another.
With his cultivation sealed, what once required only a thought to activate now forced Ian to control the formation by hand-seals alone.
"Seal!"
In the next instant, Ian Song softly uttered a word, and suddenly, thick void chains as wide as a child’s arm appeared, whipping toward Victor Zhu with a thunderous roar.