In the distance, the Great Saints appeared dazed, an exaggerated speculation emerged in their minds, and an explosive sound like a great bell echoed loudly.
The human-divine shackle, did Zhao Linyuan break it?
Did Zhao Dasheng advance to a divine-level power?
At first, everyone's faces lit up with joy, but then they turned extremely solemn.
Advancing now...
Buzz—
The Whisper of the Mountain Range extended its hands hidden under the robe for the first time, its withered arms surrounded by dark rings, exuding a terrifying aura.
Demonic patterns undulated, wrists turned, fingers tore through the void, sparking black lightning, demonic clouds surged and covered the sky, colliding forcefully with the vast blue hand in mid-air.
In their confrontation, a force beyond what the world could bear erupted instantaneously!
It was like two colossal starships colliding, annihilating countless asteroids.
