The Dantian Hall collapsed in an instant.
Myriad palaces and pavilions vanished beneath divine abilities, ground into powder.
The grand protective formation erupted from Luo Du Mountain with a thunderous roar.
A riot of colors gathered in the void, sealing the depths of the cavernous abyss.
The formation had been Tu Shan Jun's work in years past: the Dutian Divine Baleful Intent Formation, constructed according to the number ninety-nine. It could withstand ordinary great divine abilities, though it required many people to activate.
Now, Yu Shen alone, controlling the formation's hub, could only barely keep it raised.
Yet even such a grand formation could not possibly withstand the attacks of twelve great divine ability wielders.
Crack!
Cracks spread like a spiderweb.
On this day, the cultivators of Luo Du saw mountains shatter and heaven and earth cave in, as though an apocalyptic doom had descended at this very moment.
There was no time for terror, no words to describe it, not even any sensation of searing pain. Everything was like a spring breeze brushing past them, and then they vanished within it, as if they had never existed.
"Dragonman Ju Xian, have you gone mad?!"
Yu Shen roared. Frenzied spiritual energy became a pillar of light shooting into the sky, while the Earth Book and the Book of Life and Death echoed each other from afar, barely containing the terrifying aftermath.
Xiong Jian Zun raised the Yin-Yang Seal above his head, shattering the void and continually lifting the battlefield higher, dragging the ruins into layer upon layer of empty space and plunging them into the boundless domain barriers.
As he gritted his teeth and held on, threads of Imperial Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Immortal breath immediately evaporated, yet Imperial aura still surged vigorously. Even he, wielding