Rumble!
Cracks split open across the earth, each one more than a hundred zhang long, so deep their bottoms could not be seen...
And the mountain ranges within several dozen li were all caught in it without exception, collapsing amid smoke and dust that filled the sky.
The True Spirit Strike and that demonic beast's sharp claw had yet to collide, yet the aftershock was already this overwhelming...
Terrifying was the only word for it!
Forget the four Nascent Soul Cultivators barely a hundred li away—even Xueming Mountain was shaking nonstop at this moment. An indescribable horror descended from the heavens, and the spiritual Qi between heaven and earth seemed to have been thrown completely into chaos.
The low-level cultivators could barely even stand, and those hundred-plus Nascent Soul Realm old monsters all showed looks of horror one after another.
Though they were a full five hundred li away, the clash of magic power was still far too intense.
"Heavens, what is this? Could some great late-stage cultivator be fighting?"
"Hmph, Nascent Soul Late Stage? Brother Murong, those words are mistaken."
"What do you mean, Brother Chen?" the white-haired cultivator who had spoken first asked, his face full of surprise.
Though the other man was extremely short, he was one of the few mid-stage cultivators present, and his divine sense far surpassed his own. Thus, the white-haired cultivator did not dare show the slightest neglect.
"I am untalented, but I have once seen a great cultivator make a move. Though he far surpassed you and me, compared to this scene before us, as if heaven were collapsing and earth were splitting apart, he was still far inferior. Therefore, I judge that this cannot be the doing of a Nascent Soul Cultivator." The short old monster slowly spoke, his face filled