"Xiao Chun! Get out of the way!"
Yang Jing Xu and the others wanted to help, but it was already too late. The giant hand had reached Hu Chun Chun.
Just as the giant hand was about to come crashing down, a massive Devouring Black Hole appeared.
The giant hand slammed into the black hole. The black hole trembled a few times, then fell still.
Everyone turned in unison toward one direction.
Amid the wind and snow, a figure in white came striding through the air. Even within that bleak white blizzard, he remained dazzlingly conspicuous.
Seeing Jiang Ping An arrive, everyone except Hu Chun Chun, including Wei Ye, was inwardly shocked.
How had he finished the battle so quickly?
Had that Fourth Level God King of the Sacred Blood Tribe already been dealt with?
How long had it even been?
Their battle—four against two—had not even ended, yet he had already finished his.
Since when had Fourth Level God Kings become so easy to deal with?
The higher a god's cultivation, the stronger their vitality and the harder they were to kill. A battle between both sides could last dozens of days.
Yet his battle had ended even sooner than theirs.
Was this the terror of possessing the Extreme Yin Dao Domain?
Compared to the shock of Wei Ye, Yang Jing Xu, and Su Yi, the two experts from the Spirit Deer Tribe were terrified.
To avoid being captured, the two decisively triggered the Origin Divine Sparks within their bodies, preparing to self-destruct.
The consequences of being captured were more terrifying than death. By then, they would not even have a chance to revive.
Perhaps through self-destruction, they could still take two people down with them.
However, before the two could self-destruct, Jiang Ping An swept his gaze over