"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
One after another, it happened.
All the survivors present, regardless of cultivation or race.
Collapsed to the ground.
As though their spines had been ripped out.
Forget kneeling.
They did not even have the strength to lie prone.
They could only cling to the ground like puddles of mud, trembling all over.
Xue Linglong's seductive face was as pale as paper.
She bit her lip hard.
Blood dripped down her chin.
"How is this possible... How is this possible..."
She muttered to herself.
Her eyes were vacant.
As the strongest Saintess of the Blood Demon Race's current generation, she had witnessed the aura of the Blood Demon Ancestor.
That was the aura of the Primordial Realm!
An existence standing at the very pinnacle of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds!
And yet.
Even the aura of the Ancestor had never given her this kind of... fear rooted in the Life Origin!
It was as though the person before her.
Was not a cultivator.
But... "Heaven" itself!
The "Dao" that established the rules, controlled life and death, and looked down upon all living beings!
Bing Jingjing was in an even worse state.
Her entire body had curled into a ball.
Her crystalline ice-blue hair was covered in dust.
The face of that icy beauty was streaked with tears.
She was not crying.
They were physiological tears, surging out of their own accord.
"I don't believe it. I don't believe it..."
Her teeth chattered.
"This is not an existence we can even covet..."
Lu Pan's condition was somewhat better.
After all, he carried Pangu's bloodline.
But even so.
He could only barely raise one finger.
He pointed in Lu Chen's direction.
His lips trembled.
He wanted to say something.
Yet he could not spit out a single word.
Only