"Get down!"
Suddenly, a massive hand spanned across the heavens, forming an enormous shadow, a palm larger than a mountain, heavily striking the half-body of the Ancient God Descendant.
Boom!
A resounding boom, as mist scattered like foam, the upper body condensed from True Demon Qi crumbled and dispersed, leaving behind only shattered flesh, continuously wriggling, remaining there.
Looking around, the dark Demonic Qi entwined above had also dimmed. Evidently, the impact from the Great Dao injury greatly depleted the Demonic Qi.
"Almost there!"
At that moment, Zheng Yi, seeing this scene, suddenly gestured towards the void.
Roar.
The world shattered, countless Great Daoist Rules were all smashed; as if a colossal Ancient Divine Mountain squeezed out from the depths of darkness, whatever tangible or intangible matter blocked its path, all turned to void, shattered to dust, leaving not a trace.
