Under the fierce assault of that giant hand's might, a chilling aura instantly surged through this stretch of heaven and earth, roiling ceaselessly.
All the human cultivators kept letting out miserable screams as their bodies shattered, their divine souls dissipated, every last one dying here.
When all of this finished taking shape.
Ye Feng, quietly watching the memories unfolding in his mind, had a deathly pale complexion; blood was also spurting violently from the corners of his mouth.
As this scene played out upon Ye Feng's body, the gaze with which he looked toward that image before him grew deep and heavy.
Toward that descending giant hand, he felt a terror that was beyond words.
The power carried upon that giant hand was the strongest he had encountered in his entire life.
Far stronger than the Xuan he faced in the Corpse World, stronger even than that Blood King.
