"Shoo!"

A sharp cracking sound rang out.

Accompanied by Fang Qiu's push, the golden energy palm in front of him, which was the size of an ordinary palm, was like a loaded bullet, carrying an incomparably sharp energy force, instantly rushing towards the center of the layer of crimson shield in front of the Grand Elder, that small piece of distortion.

Next moment.

"Snap."

A crunch.

Golden energy palm, heavy impact on the energy shield in front of the Grand ...