Shortly afterwards, the group of people heading back to their sects and clans were suddenly ambushed by a terrifying figure.
In the boundless starry sky, there appeared a gigantic hand covering the heavens, crashing down towards them like a falling star.
At this moment, it felt as if the world was about to shatter.
Endless rules were collapsing.
Space was torn apart like paper, ripped into pieces instantly.
This was an assault from a power beyond Mahayana Level.
All the people covered by that hand instinctively felt immense panic arising in their hearts.
It was truly terrifying.
This was a power that ordinary Mahayana could not resist—they would be pulverized by that hand in an instant.
"They actually dare to attack us so openly!"
An angry voice came from a Mahayana Cultivator from Taichong Sacred Land.
The Seven-Colored Peacock Race, Celestial Phoenix Race, and other Mahayanas all had terribly grim expressions.
The opponent was clearly determined to take them down.
