This power is vast, even overwhelming.
When Xu Zimei was submerged in it.
He found himself unable to control his body, as the scene before him rapidly changed.
The True Martial Great Emperor held the True Martial Sword, standing above the firmament, amid the wind and thunder, striking toward the location of the Great Dao.
The Great Dao was like a mist, always difficult to see clearly.
Even though Xu Zimei tried hard to see, it was still hard to discern.
The mist seemed to shroud everything.
Only the silhouette of the True Martial Great Emperor moved within it.
The scale of this battle was immense, its power destructive enough to annihilate heaven and earth.
The surrounding firmament was fragile, like tofu.
It seemed as if it could be cut effortlessly.
After hundreds of consecutive strikes with the True Martial Sword, it seemed to finally hit something within the mist.
In the next moment, the scene before him shifted again.
This time, no longer in the void.
