"Then let me see, where exactly your confidence comes from!"
Gu Qingfeng's expression was indifferent.
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward, and the chaotic qi flow surged under his feet, with billions of Dao rhythms manifesting around him.
His right hand slowly lifted, with a terrifying Dao rhythm emerging, the power of the Netherworld Path gathering in his palm, transforming into shadows of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, with countless wailing ghosts echoing through the void.
Immediately, a World-destroying Divine Spear formed in his palm.
This spear was entirely black, with countless vengeful souls entwined around the spear shaft, and at the tip, there was a vortex of reincarnation spinning, exuding a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.
Just a mere hint of its power caused countless miles of void to be annihilated, transforming into the most primitive nothingness.
"Go!"
