As the Land of Light came crashing down, endless radiance illuminated the entire chaos, as though millions upon millions of suns were shining within it.
That enormous Land of Light blotted out the sky. Wherever it passed, even chaos itself was crushed to pieces.
Such a scene was simply too terrifying, stunning everyone. Countless cultivators within the city saw it and nearly had their souls flee their bodies. What kind of divine might was this? It was utterly beyond comprehension.
This was a Heavenly Lord's true strength, something Emperor Lords could never be mentioned in the same breath with. There was a limit to the power an Emperor Lord could wield, but Heavenly Lords could surpass that limit. They were fundamentally impossible to contend against.
They could feel that before this majestic power, they were nothing at all. If they were grazed by even the slightest remnant of its force, they would explode on the spot. It was as if someone had poured a basin of icy water over them, chilling them from head to toe. They trembled, shivered in panic, their entire bodies convulsing as terror filled their hearts to the extreme.
It was like a deity who had created the world. A mere Land of Light could destroy everything between heaven and earth. What a horrifying sight that was.
Yet under these circumstances, Ye Xiwen showed no fear whatsoever. He immediately let out a long roar and attacked. There were no superfluous flourishes—he simply threw a punch.
Boom!
The Land of Light collided viciously with Ye Xiwen's fist. It all happened too quickly; in but an instant, everything had already unfolded.
Ye Xiwen's fist smashed straight into the Land of Light. Countless deities within it, chanting divine scriptures, were directly vaporized beneath his fist force, slaughtered in droves.