Zhao Feng looked up, gazing at the tribulation clouds that amassed the wrath of the entire Heavenly Dao, his face showing not a trace of fear.
"Hong Jun! You want to stop me?" Zhao Feng sneered, his voice echoing throughout the Nine Heavens: "Today, the True Spirits of these eleven Ancestor Witches, I shall claim them!"
"You cannot stop me!"
The voice of the Heavenly Dao, utterly enraged: "Insolent!"
Crack!
A purple Divine Thunder, as thick as a mountain, tore through the sky, carrying a terrifying power to purify and obliterate all, fiercely striking towards the Underworld!
This strike was enough to obliterate a typical Quasi-Saint to ashes.
"Earth Dao, resist!"
Houtu felt the apocalyptic pressure, letting out a tender shout.
The Origin Power of the entire Underworld was driven to its peak by her.
The phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation shot up into the sky, transforming into an enormous millstone, facing the purple Divine Thunder!
Boom!
