Force Race Wu Ruo Man

Boom~

At last, the canopy of heaven shattered completely.

Buzzz~

The instant the Small World's Realm Wall shell completely broke apart, the profound formation that had sealed the entire Small World and shrunk it vanished into nothing.

The tiny Proton World instantly expanded at an unimaginable speed, returning to its original size.

Boom!

Boom boom boom~

Its violently expanding volume brought an immense physical tearing. An explosion far surpassing the nuclear fusion reactions on a star's surface erupted across the Small World.

In a single instant, hundreds of millions of humans and countless living beings in that world turned to ashes, as though they had never existed.

Qin Heng wrapped Yu Ling and Yan Feng in his divine sense, using Space Law to offset the shockwave caused by the expanding space.

In the void, a fireball tens of thousands of kilometers wide appeared out of nowhere. Smoke clouds billowed, and all life was annihilated.

The Force Race Star Lord Wu Ruo Man was temporarily forced back.

After retreating, he saw four Star Lords.

Their auras were so weak that he could not help laughing.

"Hahaha, four such weak little ants? Heaven truly favors me!"

He stretched out one hand, and a gigantic palm formed into a massive phantom that pressed down, blotting out the sky.

At the same time, his divine sense barked, "Juniors, hand over the treasures in that Small World, and perhaps I will spare your lives."

Facing the casually pressed palm of a Star Lord Eighth Order, Qin Heng and the other two remained utterly vigilant.

Whoosh!

A pillar of fire shot into the sky. Yan Feng struck first, his True Flame Staff extending several thousand meters before smashing down and shattering the giant palm.

But after the collision, he staggered backward, his aura becoming chaotic.

"Oh?