One Blade Slices Six King-class Asura Race

The all-out blow unleashed by six King-Level Experts sacrificing their origins and drawing Evil God Power into their bodies—how terrifying was that?

The blood-colored sphere of light moved as if a star were shifting sideways.

Even space rippled with layer upon layer of terrifying waves.

On closer look, fine cracks were spreading through it, with the power of space-time faintly pulsing within.

Although this strike did not reach the combat power of the Third Realm of Ascension, it had already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the Second Realm of Ascension.

The surrounding void twisted inch by inch.

At once, every Human Race expert's expression changed.

"Brother Lu Chuan, watch out..."

Someone could not help crying out, loudly warning Lu Chuan.

Just then, Lu Chuan suddenly moved.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, actually charging straight toward the blood-colored sphere flying at him. There was not the slightest trace of fear or worry on his face; instead, a cold smile appeared.

"Seal..."

With a flash, Lu Chuan had already arrived before the sphere of light.

Suddenly, he pointed a finger.

At once, a profoundly mysterious power surged out, and the surrounding void was forcibly sealed in that instant.

Even the air stopped flowing.

The sphere of light before him was fixed in midair, as if even all its might had been forcibly sealed.

"Damn it, how could this be..."

The expressions of the six Asura Race experts changed at the same time, and a sense of unease rose in their hearts.

With almost no hesitation, the four of them wanted to erupt with their strongest power and forcibly tear open and trigger that blood-colored sphere of light into exploding.

But this instant's delay had already cost them their final chance.

Because Lu Chuan had struck.

The four directions were imprisoned, yet he alone