The terrifying white light erupted in an instant, directly engulfing the entire area within dozens of miles.
All the cultivators urgently fleeing for their lives, in that sudden flash of light and shadow, were like ants dazzled by the sunlight, instantly dispersed, swallowed, melted, vanished.
One by one, the figures were swallowed down.
Such a terrifying explosion not only shook the entire ocean, causing the immense abyss to begin collapsing, those cultivators who disappeared within it were just like shooting mosquitoes with anti-aircraft artillery, merely incidental.
Zheng Yi's real target was never them, but the Crystal Palace, passed down for tens of thousands of years, blessed by generations of Dragon Emperors, still standing in the depths of the abyss after endless ages.
