Mystic Feather World. Large numbers of Primal Fiends encircled the Melted Ruin Realm from every side, guarding against cultivators rushing out from within at any moment.
Dong!
The hearts of all the Primal Fiends suddenly lurched. By instinct, they raised their heads toward the firmament, and then every Primal Fiend's eyes widened uncontrollably.
At some unknown moment, a palm that reached through heaven and earth descended from the sky, bearing down toward them.
Condensing a palm of such scale with Heaven and Earth Essence Qi was something even an Eleventh-Order Primal Fiend could do. But the Aura this palm now emitted—just one glance at it made it seem as though one's divine soul was about to freeze.
The Vastness power of the rules was gathered within the palm. Beneath that single strike, it was as if the Heavenly Vault were Overturning; between heaven and earth, only this one palm remained, and nothing else.
The instinctive terror of living beings swept through the hearts of all the Primal Fiends in an instant. They wanted to flee by reflex, only to discover they could not move their bodies at all. They could only watch helplessly as the palm drew closer and closer.
From Tenth-Order Initial Stage Primal Fiends below to Twelfth-Order Mid Stage Primal Fiends above, all were the same before this palm, without the slightest power to resist.
The Melted Ruin Realm at the very center suddenly erupted with immeasurable radiance, seeking to block the palm in the firmament. But no matter how the power of the Melted Ruin Realm surged, it had no effect whatsoever on that palm. The strength of the two sides was simply not on the same level.
"Striking to destroy a Twelfth-Order Secret Realm—this is something I would not stop you from doing. But there are