A massive surge of energy erupted. The five Level Eights from the Land of Filth froze, staring uncertainly at the object in Jiang Yang's hand.
"What kind of ability is that?"
"A skill you created yourself?"
Wu Dir spoke. After advancing to Level Seven, the skills acquired at Level Six and before had basically disappeared, becoming part of the laws. So-called skills were really just tainted with a portion of law power.
There might still be traces of skills in Level Seven battles, but at Level Eight, one could break free from the constraints of skills and directly wield law power to create skills.
Given Jiang Yang's combat strength, it was perfectly normal for him to create skills at Level Seven. Most prodigies could do it. Yet Jiang Yang's skill at this moment filled them with a sense of panic.
The energy contained within it was immensely powerful. If it struck any one of them, even if it did not kill them, it would strip them of a layer of skin.
"I created it myself, but it's only half finished. I haven't even named it yet!" Jiang Yang's expression was savage, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey. As he watched Wu Dir and the others, the four spheres of light in his hand shook violently, and then his entire body was enveloped in white light.
Endless power burst from Jiang Yang's hands. Wu Dir and the others instinctively assumed defensive stances, while within the white light, Jiang Yang grabbed Wu Disi and sped toward the Earth Plane.
"You're just leaving like that?" Wu Disi frowned. By now, his state of mind had recovered somewhat. He was a peerless prodigy of the Land of Filth, no less gifted than a Son of Destiny.
Wu Disi not only possessed