A faint phantom appeared behind Ning Qi. The whole body of the phantom was covered in mist, so it was hard to see clearly. However, the palm as big as a mountain was clearly visible. The palm was slightly raised, and the back of the hand was facing Wang Yan. The four swept away, and the attack of the four was disintegrated in an instant, and they flew out one after another.

In the next moment, loud, resounding words, which seemed to be unreal, sounded from the void.

"Back...turn...wheel...back..."