Across the earth, divine energy surged like rivers bursting their banks. Wherever it passed, space shattered, the land sank, and chains of order snapped.
It was a world-ending sight. Even Great Saint experts might not survive within it.
At the very center, where the Small Cauldron and Small Pagoda had erupted, the area had long since become a black hole, swallowing the essence of all directions and shattering the Great Dao.
"Notify the family immediately—Wei Ran is dead!" Wang Chuanqi shouted, his face flushed red as he forcibly suppressed his injuries.
To unleash the Heavy Artifacts' power to the fullest, they had fired them from close range, and the destructive force had struck them as well.
With such a scene before him, he did not believe Wei Ran could still be alive.
They had slain a powerful figure suspected of being the heir to a Martial Emperor force. The family had to prepare for the worst and handle this as though the other party truly were the heir of a Martial Emperor force.
"Wait... something isn't right!"
Wang Chuanfeng's pupils suddenly contracted. At the center, which resembled a black hole, a figure wrapped in golden light was slowly rising into the air.
His long hair fluttered in the wind, his body seeming as if it had been cast from gold. Brilliant golden radiance shut out the surging divine energy around him, unable to harm him in the slightest.
Faintly, that golden light seemed to form the phantom of a great bell.
"Wei Ran?" Wang Chuanqi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his expression changing drastically.
He had actually survived the bombardment of two Heavy Artifacts.
"He must have an Imperial Weapon protecting him!"
Other than an Imperial Weapon, Wang Chuanfeng could not think of anything capable of protecting a