Seeing Ye Zhen inexplicably bow from afar toward the empty air, all the martial artists, friend and foe alike, were somewhat baffled!
At a time like this, why was Ye Zhen still putting on such mystical airs?
Yet at the very instant Ye Zhen gave that light bow into the void, Yan Wuji, who was fully activating the Low-grade Heaven-tier soul artifact Yama Brush, felt his heart inexplicably twitch. An unprecedented sense of danger suddenly rose within him.
It was like one hundred and seventy years ago, when Yan Wuji had first entered the world with cultivation at the second level of the Spirit Transformation Realm and had been targeted by a Low-grade Heaven-tier Monster Beast in the midst of hunting.
Back then, a similar sense of danger had surged through his heart, and it was precisely that feeling which had saved his life.
Now that same sense of danger had appeared again, making every hair on Yan Wuji's back stand on end.
Instinctively, he completely unleashed his divine sense and searched for the source of that danger.
Almost simultaneously, an enormous palm imprint appeared from the void with extreme abruptness, pressing down upon Yan Wuji's head!
The instant the palm imprint appeared, the surrounding void erupted in a series of crackling explosions. The space in every direction began to collapse and contract.
Wherever the palm imprint passed, huge black fissures silently emerged one after another.
Every black fissure was like a bottomless black abyss with boundless suction, swallowing all the surrounding air, clouds, and Worldly Essence.
After the air, clouds, and Worldly Essence had been devoured clean, the infinite suction radiated outward. Some martial artists who were closer to those black fissures suddenly began screaming wildly.
Light burst from their bodies as they pushed all their power to the