At that moment, the mouth of the huge human face in the sky slowly opened.
It was a mouth so vast it was hard to imagine, as if it could swallow the entire world.
And within that mouth, a speck of dazzling purple-gold light began to gather.
The light grew brighter and brighter, more and more blazing, until in the end, it was as if a purple-gold sun had been held inside that gigantic mouth.
And then...
"Moo—!!!"
A strange sound wave suddenly resounded from within that giant mouth.
No language could describe that sound. It was not like a dragon roar, nor like thunder. It was more like a sound of the Heavenly Dao that acted directly upon the level of the soul.
It pierced through space, pierced through Dou Qi, pierced through the obstruction of all matter, and echoed at once throughout the entire Soul Realm, even throughout the entire Realm of Death.
The instant this sound rang out, Hun Tiandi, who bore the brunt of it, seemed to suffer a heavy blow. His face instantly turned deathly pale, and he sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood as his figure flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
At the same time, this sound wave, which contained supreme Soul Pressure, had already become like an invisible hammer of the Heavenly Dao, smashing fiercely toward this Realm of Death.
Within the Realm of Death, though the Three Immortals of the Ancient Clan barely protected one another by relying on their combined attack formation, fatigue had already appeared on all three of their faces.
As Gu Dao dodged the black spears, he kept sweeping his gaze over the surrounding aura of death, trying to find a way to break the array. Yet in those eyes that had witnessed