Chapter 1589 Immortal Wares?

Under the close gaze of each eye, the landscape painting sucked up the last bit of water in the desperate pool, closed into a small scroll and rose to the sky.

"Do it!"

The twenty-first-order dead spirits emitted a piercing scream, raised their hands and clapped them. A huge red palm had been condensed and formed at high altitude. It was pressured madly towards the desperate pool, and instantly stirred up the earth-shaking whistle. At the same time, the terrible fluctuation of breath spread over the peak.

Nearly at the same time, dozens of other dead people joined hands.

Fist shadow, claw shadow, palm shadow... A...