"Boom!"
"Buzz!"
A colossal palm print, tens of thousands of feet wide, descended, turning Kongming Mountain into nothingness. The massive mountain range transformed into a deep pit, tens of thousands of feet deep, with destructive energy sweeping across the eight regions of the Heavenly Realm.
It had only been half a month since the great battle ended, and most cultivators had not yet recovered from the terror of the last war. Undoubtedly, they were once again plunged into endless fear.
"Dragon Venerable, the next time we meet will be your death day!"
Above the void, the corners of Candle-Extinguishing Heavenly God's mouth curled into a cold, arrogant, and evil smile. His figure then flashed and disappeared.
The ripples of destructive energy lasted for a full five minutes before gradually dissipating.
"He's gone," Feng Wuchen said with a frown, his eyes squinting as a cold light flashed and vanished.
