"What... was that?!"
Blood spilled from Father's lips as he cried out in terror.
Blazing fire surged into the heavens, annihilating everything.
Thunder roared, suppressing the skies.
The killing move it had prepared was like child's play before this man, effortlessly destroyed in an instant...
The man did not even seem to be exerting himself. The way he looked at it was as though he were looking down on an ant.
Spirit Creation Realm!
They were both in the Spirit Creation Realm!
Why was he this overwhelmingly powerful?!
"You evolved sentience and grafted so many people, yet this is all you managed to figure out?"
In the sky.
Fang Yi's robes billowed in the wind.
He held his blade in his left hand. Faint arcs of lightning still crackled around his naturally lowered right hand.
After merely a brief exchange.
Father, also in the Spirit Creation Realm and grafted with an unknown number of Pioneers, was trapped in lightning and engulfed in flames, already driven into a desperate situation.
"Hmm?"
Just as Fang Yi was about to end this one-sided beating,
his brows suddenly furrowed slightly, as if he had sensed something. He raised his eyes toward the Scepter in Father's hand.
Whoosh—!
A chilling black light suddenly erupted, unleashing terrifying power that devoured everything!
The Scepter in Father's hand had actually concealed another killing move!
"Become my nourishment! Undertaker, pillar of the Xia Kingdom!"
Father's voice was frenzied, its eyes filled with scarlet blood vessels. It had prepared this final move to completely consume Undertaker and graft him onto this perfect body!
As its words fell.
A massive Black Hole appeared in the sky. Countless voices roared and screamed from within it as a powerful, tyrannical suction force emerged.
In an instant.
Fang Yi looked up at the sky,