The raging Space Storm mixed with the Flame of Burning World erupted violently.
Such was the power of this claw, that even a Daoist Venerable at the Middle Stage of the Mixed Cave Realm, let alone at the Early Stage, would be severely injured or even meet their demise if struck directly!
The fury and pride on Heaven-Burning Ancestor's face froze for a moment.
For he had grasped nothing tangible.
The anticipated blood spray, the boy's desperate resistance, and even the expected Space Imprisonment fell into nothingness.
The Space Ripple he had precisely captured was merely a ripple, not the source that caused it.
At the instant his huge claw descended, about a hundred miles ahead, above a seemingly tranquil sand dune, a ring of Space Ripple, almost identical to before but more subtle and calm, spread soundlessly like a stone dropping into water, quickly vanishing within the Chaotic Sand Sea's Daoist Rules, leaving no trace.
