The enormous black opaque sphere continued to expand and compress in mid-air, pressing against all directions.
It was akin to a condensed world descending from the sky, immediately collapsing the top level of the Yellow Sky Sect Altar.
Yu Shao and others hurriedly dodged.
Han Wuyou turned back to gaze at that terrifying External Scenery of the Divine Court, attempting to break it from the outside, but the massive black cosmic body remained motionless.
"Could it be... the Emperor has lost his physical form?"
Han Wuyou felt his heart being tightly squeezed, almost suffocating: "Is there no hope for the Mortal Tao Country? More importantly, what about the Yellow Sky Sect... Altar?"
The round altar at the top of the three-tiered Dharma Altar collapsed.
The entire altar began to shake, showing signs of imminent destruction.
