The Infinite Blade Light converged into a vast surging river of stars, like a roaring dragon lashing its tail, its apocalyptic power erupting wildly. Even in the staunchly resilient Pale Lands, cracks still burst forth one after another.
The Palace Master of White Bone, as helpless as a mortal caught in a tsunami, was instantly torn to shreds.
The overwhelming aura of the adversary, who had defied the heavens to reach sainthood, also rapidly dwindled from its peak to demise.
"This…"
At this moment, the disciples of the White Bone Palace, who were seated around the edge of the array, were thoroughly stunned.
They had just noticed their ancestor taking action and were somewhat excited, but in the blink of an eye, and just like a dream, had their ancestor perished?
