On the contrary, Yang Chuan stood at the station. In the darkness, he locked eyes with Apollo and said, "Is this the extent of your strength?"
"You…"
Apollo stared at Yang Tian, then at Yang Tianhe's piercing gaze, and immediately closed his eyes.
He could achieve the utmost—where nothing remained but the ashes of Yang Chuan's destruction!
However, the method Yang Chuan employed, touching the intangible yet not missing even once, was beyond imagination.
Others were utterly petrified, their spirits fleeing in terror.
Even though they didn't know why, Yang Chuan's immense power was undeniable, the sheer essence of darkness emanating from him clashed vividly with light!
This was the purest breath, the unfathomable rhythm where light and clarity were entirely subjugated!
Yang Qianfang inadvertently discovered that his darkness contested Apollo's light head-on?
How could this be?
This cannot happen. Were you not always bound to this world?
