The spiritual consciousness suddenly descended with overwhelming force, suppressing all the black hole-level figures, leaving them with no power to resist.
Wang Xu, with an overwhelmingly powerful stance, wielded the white jade long saber and began to reap the lives of these black hole-level figures.
Blood rained down from the sky, a bloody rain mixed with fragmented limbs falling, and soon, dozens of black hole-level figures were annihilated, leaving only Sha Na with a throbbing headache, rolling on the ground in agony.
"Speak, how exactly did you get in here?" Wang Xu stood before Sha Na, speaking coldly.
"You... can't possibly... know... ah!" Sha Na's head felt like it was about to burst, swept away by intense pain, an extreme form of torment.
