Yang Yan's expression changed slightly, his figure rapidly retreating, as the dark light on the large hammer had already taken shape.
Wu Tiancheng said coldly: "Boy, don't underestimate me, let me show you my Heaven-Destroying Six Techniques."
"First Style, Heaven Slaughter!"
That dark light pierced through the void, locking onto Yang Yan's body, in just an instant it was before Yang Yan.
Yang Yan's expression remained unchanged, the spear tip twisted into a spear flower, three thousand galaxies appeared at his spear tip, gradually condensing into an illusory universe.
Within that universe, appeared beings formed from sword qi.
The spear tip trembled, fiercely striking that dark light.
The dark light vanished in this space in a short moment like snow encountering a blazing sun.
But the universe condensed by Yang Yan only became slightly illusory.
The universe broke free from Yang Yan's spear tip's control, charging towards Wu Tiancheng.
