Huo Qubing's aura steadily rose. The gray sky over the Western Region visibly darkened as roaring thunder mixed with torrential rain and poured down from the clouds. This deserted western city was instantly shrouded in diffused lightning!
The enormous shadow of the Willow Tree submerged in mist seemed to sense Huo Qubing's aura. After pausing for a moment, it let out another piercing shriek!
It sounded like mockery, yet also like provocation.
To Cthulhu, the man before it who radiated killing intent was merely a somewhat powerful human. He was not even a god, no different from the two overconfident ants from before.
Willow Branches danced wildly across the sky and surged toward Huo Qubing, but before they could touch his body, they all froze in midair. Terrifying power of domination spread outward from Huo Qubing—the collapsed walls, shattered weapons, burning flames...
All matter within several kilometers of Huo Qubing automatically rose into the air, gathering in an instant into a colossal spear one kilometer long.
Tempered by lightning, the spear became increasingly condensed and smaller. It eventually shrank to two hundred meters long, its surface bearing no trace of being pieced together. It was entirely black, radiating a terrifying aura of destruction!
Huo Qubing gripped his spear tightly and stomped the ground. His figure, along with the hundred-meter spear above him, shot straight into the mist. A thick bolt of lightning split down from the clouds, tearing a straight path through the rolling Iridescent Mist!
Huo Qubing's power naturally could not compare to Cthulhu's as a Lovecraftian God, but under the interference of the power of domination, the countless Willow Branches slowed dramatically. The branches attempting to entangle and block the hundred-meter spear were blasted apart section by section. One man and two spears forcibly carved a bloody path