Two beams of divine light, powerful enough to flatten mountains and seas and evaporate the void, wove together with an aura of destruction and death. In an instant, they completely swallowed Shen Fan's figure.
A terrifying storm of energy erupted where he stood. The void tore open in jagged black rifts, and violent currents of law scattered in every direction, grinding the remaining corpses on the ground into dust.
Some elite troops from both armies were watching from afar. Seeing this, their eyes filled with awe.
That was their commander's full-powered strike.
The fury of a Fourth-Grade powerhouse.
Under an attack that terrifying, surely that monster was dead, wasn't he?
Yet when the light faded and the storm of energy gradually subsided,
a figure still hovered quietly in the same spot, his robe not even creased.
A faint golden halo surrounded him. It wasn't dazzling, yet it seemed like the most indestructible barrier in the world, keeping every attack at bay.
Everyone's breath caught.
Dark Soul Sacred Ancestor and Tiger Mo Great Demonic God's pupils contracted. They stared fixedly at that figure, their shock beyond words.
Their strongest attack hadn't even broken through his defenses?
How was that possible?
Just then, a crisp sound rang out from inside Shen Fan, like glass shattering and reforming.
An unprecedentedly brilliant Golden Light shot skyward from his Dao Fruit, piercing the demonic clouds and sea of stars above the Realm Sea Battlefield.
A sixth profound and mysterious dao mark slowly appeared on the perfectly round Dao Fruit, then was finally branded upon it.
An indescribably terrifying aura burst forth from Shen Fan.
The sacred energy within him began a frenzied transformation, surging in power!
His energy, once gaseous, grew visibly thicker. Then it began to liquefy, until it became countless flowing True Dragons,