The heavens and earth lost their color; all things fell into gloom.
Before this terrifying power of annihilation, wherever it passed, space rang with one deafening shock after another, as if unable to bear such immense pressure, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
Crack, crack, crack…
The next instant, that horrifying power condensed from those portraits of the Mufang Ancestor madly bombarded the bodies of these True Spirits.
All attacks, defenses, and every kind of Divine Skills were shattered in that moment, the terrifying might slamming straight onto them.
Countless severed limbs and mangled bodies, accompanied by dark-red blood, rained down one after another onto the ground, dyeing it crimson. A thick stench of blood surged crazily toward the surroundings.
Though True Spirits stand loftily above, arrogant and absolute, noble of status, their talent immense—one of the few races upon whom the world has showered its greatest favor—they are not invincible.
