This was a pure soul attack, its aura terrifying. As the gathered cultivators sensed the aura in the deep pit, their backs immediately turned cold, and a feeling of helplessness suddenly rose in their hearts.
The surging energy, vast as the Milky Way, abruptly made the gathered cultivators feel how tiny the souls within their bodies were.
Whether it was the gathered cultivators or the top Mahayana experts—Saintly Venerable Cantian and Yinluo Holy Lord among them—all felt that they could never possibly unleash such vast soul energy.
With one palm strike, heaven and earth wailed, the boundless sky collapsed, and the ground seemed about to be pierced through.
What kind of mighty blow was this? No one could withstand it with their physical body. Even a refined-iron magic treasure would certainly have been smashed to pieces. The giant palm seemed to be still sinking, and rubble continued to fly. The deafening boom showed no sign of stopping, as though the might of the palm print had yet to be exhausted.
The gathered cultivators stopped far away instead of approaching. At this moment, even if they attacked Zou Rui together, they could not save Qin Fengming, who had been smashed into the ground.
Moreover, the two sides had already agreed that they would each withstand one strike alone.
Whether Qin Fengming was dead or alive, before this strike had completely ended, anyone else who intervened to help would be breaking their promise. If Qin Fengming was unharmed, it would also rob this battle of its meaning.
"Hahahaha... My lord's attack was truly effortless. This subordinate fought him for an entire month before, yet could do nothing to him. With one strike, my lord sent him to his death here."
Old Monster Mo Yu burst into loud laughter. Though his words were