Above the Sea of Worlds, a massive hand covered in beast fur pressed down, tearing apart countless great worlds.
All things shattered. Every tangible and intangible substance was collapsing and disintegrating.
This was an exceedingly terrifying hand that blotted out the sky. The Myriad Worlds seemed as though they would collapse beneath it, and the River of Time had already been completely severed.
This terrifying hand was enough to destroy the Myriad Worlds, striking across ancient times, the present, and the future. Even the Immortal Realm was trembling.
Without a doubt, if the Immortal Realm faced this terrifying hand directly, destruction would be its only end.
Watching the terrifying hand above the Sea of Worlds, Ye Fan and the others, who were confronting the Weird Immortal Emperors, all wore grave expressions.
Even without facing that terrifying hand directly, they felt unprecedented pressure.
However, in their current circumstances, there was no retreat left for them.
Beneath that terrifying hand lay the Immortal Realm and its countless living beings.
They naturally knew that even if they joined forces, they could not possibly be a match for the Weird Ancestor and ten Weird Immortal Emperors.
Yet in this situation, they had no choice but to fight to the death.
Overwhelming auras erupted. The auras of Ye Fan and the other seven interconnected, their terrifying momentum far surpassing what it had been before.
At this moment, Ye Fan and the others had resolute gazes. The Immortal Realm was their homeland, and no matter what, they had to protect it.
For a moment, Ye Fan and the others actually broke through the blockade of the ten Immortal Emperors and charged toward the sky-covering hand, fearless in the face of death.
"The light of a firefly dares vie with the brilliance of the moon? What overconfidence!"