"Rumble..."
The golden light almost completely obscured the line of sight, making it impossible to tell which spot belonged to which hand, leaving only a continuous series of muffled impacts like rolling thunder and unceasing Zen chanting.
An Yang had already sealed off this space, continuously suppressing and executing the Eternal Life Great Emperor, forcing him to manifest his form after each execution, only to suppress him again upon manifestation, repeating the cycle thus. Furthermore, the speed of this cyclical process far exceeded ordinary imagination, with the Eternal Life Great Emperor being suppressed dozens of times almost every second and forcibly made to manifest dozens of times as well.
His power constantly waned, plunging him into despair, and plunging the demons watching this battlefield from a thousand miles away with supreme divine powers into despair as well!
Among them, a giant golden hand even split off to press down upon the Eternal Life Demon Palace, and with just a single slap, this headquarters of the demon palace that wreaked havoc across the world turned to flying ash, many buildings completely annihilating even before touching the palm, leaving only a deep giant handprint in the original spot like a basin amidst a single rumble.
The demons of the world instantly felt even more that their days were numbered. Yet they could never have guessed that An Yang himself was currently feeling a great sense of foreboding.
This process of annihilation was far too slow! Perhaps it could not be called slow, for perhaps in less than half an incense stick of time the Eternal Life Great Emperor would weaken enough to fall from his divine seat, and within a single incense stick of time, he would be knocked back to his original form! And instead of turning back into a fire