An Lan
An abrupt Immortal King aura blanketed heaven and earth, its terrifying presence surging forth. Whether in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands or the Foreign Realm, everyone stopped at that moment and stared blankly at the figure standing before An Lan.
It was a blurry figure. No one could see his face clearly; an incomparably dense power of time obscured it like a fog, impenetrable even to Immortal Kings.
Yet everyone could sense that overwhelming divine might, as well as that peerlessly sharp aura.
It was as though what stood before them was no longer a person, but a divine sword—a divine sword that could cleave the heavens apart.
"Moo!!"
The Golden-backed Vast Ox let out a rumble like muffled thunder. It could not endure that sharp aura, and terror filled its heart. Facing that figure, it felt as though it were suffering the dreadful torture of ten thousand swords piercing its body, as if even its primordial spirit were about to be completely severed apart by that aura.
"Pfft!!"
At last, cracks burst open across the Golden-backed Vast Ox's body, and blood sprayed out. Faced with that peerlessly sharp aura, its body could no longer withstand it, as though it had truly been slashed by a sword.
The sight was astonishing. That was the ox that pulled An Lan's chariot—who would dare lay a hand on it?
Yet this expert shrouded in the power of time was so utterly unrestrained. He directly unleashed a terrifying aura that nearly carved the Golden-backed Vast Ox to pieces.
Popping sounds rang out without end as more and more cracks spread across its body. It was as though divine swords had pierced through it, and in an instant, it was covered in blood.
One had to know that this ox had