"Fuck! That powerful?"
Sun Wukong steadied himself, baring his teeth in a grimace.
The illusory man seemed to have been enraged—or rather, his remnant battle instinct had locked onto this group of "invaders."
He slowly raised the Sun God Sword, and even more terrifying energy began to gather!
The remnants of sword intent throughout the ruins surged toward him!
Behind him, the blurry phantom of an emperor appeared, seemingly standing atop the Primordial Wilderness with a colossal Chaos Bell cradled in his arms!
It was the phantom of Eastern Emperor Taiyi!
Though blurry, its pressure alone would have made even a peak Quasi-Saint's legs go weak!
"Not good! He's about to use an even more powerful killing move!" Ancestor Yang Mei's face paled.
The faces of everyone from the Borderless Army changed.
How were they supposed to fight this?
How could a battle-intent imprint from countless ages ago be this monstrous?
"World Master!"
Everyone looked toward Lu Chen.
Lu Chen's gaze was solemn beyond compare.
This battle-intent imprint was powerful—extremely powerful!
Especially since it had drawn upon the remnants of Eastern Emperor's Dao resonance here. This strike probably already possessed the might of a late-stage Quasi-Saint, or even greater!
Meeting it head-on would result in heavy losses.
It seemed he had no choice but to show some real ability.
He took one step forward and arrived at the very front of the army, facing alone the earth-shaking strike that was about to erupt.
"World Master!" everyone cried out in alarm.
Lu Chen waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to worry.
He looked at the Sun God Sword, which had gathered terrifying energy, and at the blurry phantom of Eastern Emperor behind it. Slowly, he raised his right hand.
Buzz!
Within his palm, Primordial Violet Qi surged wildly,