In an instant, the shadow of the Buddha King vanished, and the phantom of the Ghost King completely took over Ye Chenfeng's body.
With Ye Chenfeng's cry, a mighty aura strong enough to shatter the ages and overturn the ancient world spread out.
The already shattered space underwent a drastic change once again, as if entering the most primitive world in history.
The sky was a bloody red, as if stained with fresh blood.
The ground flowed with rivers of blood, mountains of corpses piled high, and the entire world was filled with the most terrifying intent of slaughter, enough to obliterate even immortals and demons, gods and buddhas.
Within the space domain, it seemed as if a great battle between immortals and demons had just occurred, countless gods and buddhas falling here, as if subjected to a cosmic catastrophe, a force so powerful it was invincible, slaughtering them here.
