'Damn it, it can still explode!'
Amid the roar of the Netherworld Venerable, the entire battlefield was subjected to invasion and ravage.
Countless Dead were annihilated into nothingness, even the Nether River was repelled.
Too much power was forcibly compressed, and the moment it lost control, even the Supreme beings turned pale.
The instant of outbreak equaled the descent of an apocalyptic scroll!
Centered on the explosion point, an indescribable ring of destruction silently expanded at a speed that defied imagination.
Space shattered, crumbled, and annihilated like fragile glass, revealing behind it a chaotic, violent void turbulence.
These cracks did not remain static but spread greedily like black lightning, weaving a death spider's web covering the entire battlefield and breaking apart and reforming incessantly!
