The sky suddenly darkened.
Wang Jixuan's Spiritual Sense throbbed wildly.
Daoist Wang, who was hunting down an elderly Spiritual Practitioner, looked up, his eyelids twitching furiously.
What the hell was that?
He immediately realized what it was.
Black Obsidian was making a move!
Wang Jixuan glanced at the old woman, the corner of his mouth twitching repeatedly. The urge to kill, the wails of resentful souls in his mind, the impulses surging within him—it all left him utterly unable to calm down.
But—
How could this poor Daoist let you succeed!
Wang Jixuan shot into the sky. The Dao Realm, temporarily elevated by the immense power of countless resentful souls, erupted at full force. A multitude of flying swords and formation bases appeared around him, wrapped in his mana and carrying a somewhat imposing air.
But as he rushed into the sky, his heart sank.
This thing's diameter was far, far larger than it looked.
This definitely was not formed by a spell. It was more like someone had used some method to directly relocate an asteroid here.
Wang Jixuan still possessed basic common sense.
For instance, kinetic energy depended not just on mass, but also on speed—and this thing did not seem slow, either.
When Wang Jixuan drew closer, the corner of his mouth began twitching violently.
He might as well have killed that old bastard just now!
If it were a patch of ground of the same size, given enough time to set up a formation, he could naturally blast it apart.
But now, there was no time.
It would take at least half a shichen—an hour—for him to shatter it with mana alone, and it was falling faster and faster.
What should he do?
In an instant, Wang Jixuan reviewed every skill he had learned in his