Facing the terrifying sea of blood, Yang Tian frowned slightly.
His hand slowly extended from behind, as though he was trying to catch a fly, and with a simple wave—
Collapse!
Instantly, a gust of black air whipped into a fierce wind and blew directly towards Li Haisheng's sea of blood.
In the eyes of the crowd, the sea of blood should have been dreadful, yet under Yang Tian's sweeping gust, it was ripped open, leaving a gaping mouth. Then, just like that, it stopped and dissipated into the sky, leaving everyone watching stunned.
"How... could this happen?"
One side of the war, Li Haisheng himself, stared at the scene with vacant eyes. He had no idea what had transpired!
It felt like a dream—or rather, a nightmare, a nightmare that was undoubtedly the last of his life.
Though shocked, Yang Tian's hand did not cease its movement.
After annihilating the sea of blood in the sky, Yang Tian's palm struck Li Haisheng's face.
Crack!
