Ignoring everyone else's stares, Meng Zhao's gaze deepened. He extended his right hand and lightly pointed at one of the Void Chains.
What had merely been a slender finger, infused with an immense force, explosively expanded into a finger-pillar dozens of zhang long, wrapped in countless mysterious characters.
Even more strikingly, this finger seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of space before finally reaching the Void Chain. A crisp crack rang out.
In an instant, the countless Void Chains that had entwined and bound the square space erupted with a series of crackling pops. Before everyone's eyes, they snapped apart and dissipated, whipping up a spatial whirlwind that nearly shattered their courage and scared them into wetting themselves.
After all, these were the aftershocks produced by shattered space. It had been a close call that they had not reached this side; if they really swept over, then apart from Meng Zhao, every single one of them would be finished.
No one was overly surprised by Meng Zhao's finger strike. The more they learned about him, the more they discovered just how formidable he was.
Whatever he could do was ordinary, normal. What mattered was what Meng Zhao could not do—that would be the truly remarkable thing. His air of invincibility was utterly maxed out.
Once the Void Chains had been shattered and turned into nothingness, the square space that had originally been trapped within them revealed an anomaly. It slowly drifted along the unnerving, terrifying black fissure, gradually aligning with it and embedding itself into the space of the plaza.
The next moment, a fierce burst of light flashed, making everyone present weep uncontrollably. At the same time, an ancient, profound, and melodious aura rose and fell as it spread outward.
The origin of that fierce light was far