Before he could flee the battlefield, a wisp of luminous mist drifted by...
BANG!
The latter's body was instantly crushed, exploding into a blood mist and vanishing.
"Huh?!" Yang Nan, sword in hand and his Sky-level Armaments fully activated, witnessed this firsthand, his charging figure grinding to a halt.
The few Sum Country powerhouses behind him also slammed on the brakes.
A grim look settled on their faces, their expressions grave with a mixture of unwillingness and helplessness.
Even a Sky-level Mecha rashly entering the fray was instantly obliterated. The combat power of six Sky-level Divine Weapons, now berserk and fighting at full strength... it was feared that even an eighth-order powerhouse charging in would be torn apart.
"Good! This is how it should have been! It should have been like this all along!"
