True Immortals and Gods

Xu You's voice was drowned out by the roaring within the void. Beside him, Zhang Buku's eyes were just as wide, specks of golden light appearing in his pupils before swiftly linking into one shimmering sheet.

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers tilted their heads back, every face struck dumb with astonishment.

God Tianzhen looked up as well and was likewise frightened. He immediately let out an angry roar, raised his blade, and slashed upward. Magic power that had nearly reached the limit of the Hengtian Golden Immortal Realm erupted all at once, shooting into the sky.

The Golden Bell Phantom condensed from hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers trembled violently. Those Golden Dragons and Fire Phoenixes seemed to have encountered a natural predator; they all stopped in unison and shrieked toward the heights.

The thousands of trapped people behind Gu An also looked up, all of them gaping in shock. Golden light shone across their faces, illuminating the stunned expressions there.

One Golden Giant Palm after another descended from the sky, each a different size, endless and inexhaustible. All of them blazed with piercing golden light, occupying the entire upper reaches of the void, as if another plane were descending, filled with crushing oppression.

No matter which direction one looked, there were only golden palm shadows as vast as Mountain Peaks. Some were even larger than heaven and earth themselves, and an unimaginable suppressive force left them unable to leave the range of the Heavenly Army's great formation.

Even Emperor Xuanji, a Luo Heaven Carefree Immortal, could not count how many Golden Giant Palms there were. Before such a divine ability, the immortals and gods of the Heavenly Court were like mortals—tiny and fragile.

An Zizai's mouth hung open as he watched the endless stream of Golden Giant Palms