The entire firmament wailed in grief, and Purple Mountain shook violently, as though it would shatter completely the very next moment.
Countless spectators turned deathly pale and retreated frantically, terrified of being swept into the aftershocks and left without even bones behind.
Chu Jiang stood at the center of six world-destroying attacks, his black robes snapping in the wind, the sky full of killing light reflected in his golden pupils.
He slowly exhaled. The Pure Yang holy power around him began to circulate at high speed along an arcane trajectory.
"Come."
With that single word, he pressed his palms together.
Behind him, the phantom of a colossal golden Buddha abruptly opened its eyes and transformed into a six-armed form.
All six arms struck out, each forming a different seal.
Thunderfire, Buddha light, Pure Yang... all manner of mighty powers fused into one.
This fluctuation seemed capable of sinking the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, carrying the power to destroy the world.
Heaven and earth—
froze at that moment.
The combined strike of six Saints shattered the heavens and split the earth.
Under the impact of that destructive energy, everything above the mountainside of Purple Mountain's main peak collapsed with a thunderous roar!
Countless enormous boulders tumbled down as dust and smoke surged into the sky, blotting out half the heavens.
From the center of the turbulent energy came a string of muffled impacts and the sound of bones breaking.
"Puh—"
"Ah!"
Golden Lion and White Elephant, the two Saints, were blasted backward, golden demon blood spraying wildly from their bodies. The lion armor shattered, the elephant body cracked apart, and they were nearly torn to pieces, their auras instantly withering to the extreme.
Though the Great Roc Demon Saint used his extreme speed to shed the force, both wings were still