Wang Changsheng's right fist erupted with dazzling blue light, and he punched forward.
A shrill sound of something tearing through the air rang out from the void. Countless waves of blue seawater surged into existence, transforming into a hazy-blue gigantic fist that propped up the heavens. It plunged down from the skies, heading straight for the High Peak.
The gigantic fist left a white mark across the void. The void split apart, as though it could not withstand this force.
From the ground, it looked as though a gigantic blue meteor had slashed across the heavens and crashed toward the earth.
Before the gigantic fist even descended, the ground split apart, earth and stones exploding while the vegetation was reduced to dust.
Amid the rumbling boom, the High Peak shook violently, and smoke and dust filled the sky.
Wang Changsheng's divine sense sensed the auras of dozens of cultivators, two of whom were Body Integration Cultivators.
He let out a loud shout, his voice echoing endlessly across a radius of ten thousand miles. Large numbers of cultivators were directly wiped out.
A yellow escape light shot out. It was a short and stocky blood-robed elder with a round face and small eyes. His eyes were blood-red, and a jade lock glittering with silver light hung on his chest. He was clearly an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator.
This person possessed a treasure that restrained divine sense attacks, which was how he had escaped disaster.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, spare me, spare me! I'm willing to submit to you, to serve as a slave or maidservant. Please spare my life."
The blood-robed elder pleaded bitterly as several miniature lizards flew out of the smoke and dust.
Wang Changsheng lightly shook his wrist, and Wang Chan flew out of the Spirit Beast Bracelet.