"No good."
The First God Child, Yan Congjiao, cried out inwardly that something was wrong and desperately employed every means at his disposal, trying to break free.
Seeing this, Wang Heng sneered. "Trying to escape? Since you've entered my art, no one can get out!"
"Overturning Heaven Palm!"
Wang Heng let out a soft laugh. Standing outside the space imprisoning the First God Child, Yan Congjiao, he slowly brought both hands together before his chest.
Then, a shocking scene unfolded.
A gigantic figure appeared behind Wang Heng. Its form and outline were indistinct, yet it exerted an invisible pressure.
The figure extended both hands and pressed toward the constantly spinning, churning "space."
The two palms gradually solidified from their hazy state and began squeezing toward the First God Child, Yan Congjiao, within that space.
At once, a heart-wrenching scream came from the First God Child's mouth. His skin rapidly split apart, and blood spread across his entire body.
Before the two hands had even closed together, four of the First God Child, Yan Congjiao's six arms had already shattered.
Only his original two arms remained. The black-and-gold color of his skin rapidly faded, returning to its original appearance.
The aura enveloping him also rapidly died away at that moment.
At this instant, Wang Heng's art was like inviting an immortal from the heavens to descend to the mortal realm. With effortless ease, it crushed every technique and defense the First God Child, Yan Congjiao, possessed.
Without the support of the "Supreme Devil Art," the First God Child, Yan Congjiao, was trapped in that space and began screaming miserably.
He looked at the two hands constantly closing in from both sides, his face turning deathly pale with terror.
His thoughts raced as he tried to figure out how to escape.
Yet