Blasting Apart the Small World!

Whoosh!

The Dark Cult immortals lowered their heads and looked toward where the voice had come from.

There, a figure stood atop the wreckage of heaven and earth, clad in a black robe and surrounded by Black Energy, with tiny scales covering his entire body.

If the Black Energy were washed away, one would see a youthful Daoist with swordlike brows, starry eyes, and an exuberant bearing. He gave off fluctuations comparable to those of a seventh- or eighth-grade Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator.

He had no physical body. It was as though he had arrived through Primordial Spirit Detachment, and the Black Energy around him was his body.

"It's his Strange Soul clone. It's powerful. Don't let your guard down," Black Obsidian said quietly after calming down.

The two Dark Cult Golden Immortals were about to attack, but their movements abruptly halted.

With a casual wave of his hand, Wang Jixuan took two enormous bombs over three meters tall from his Storage Magic Treasure and set them behind himself.

They were actually ordinary nuclear bombs. He had only taken them out to scare them.

The recent massive explosion had left the Golden Immortals and Heavenly Immortals above deeply shaken. Their momentum immediately wilted by more than half.

Daoist Wang began boasting outright.

"Do you all understand now why the Heavenly Dao had you mobilize in force, stopping just short of sending a Grand Beginning Golden Immortal to deal with me?

"Hahaha! Since you've entered my jar, there's no shortage of Annihilation Bombs here.

"I already said I wanted to have a talk with Black Obsidian, but you people just wouldn't allow it. Hahaha!"

The elderly Dark Cult Golden Immortal narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Envoy Black Obsidian, go speak with him."

Black Obsidian's lips twitched